The beast lives in each of us. In some people, he sleeps peacefully, only occasionally snapping his teeth at uninvited guests, while in others he tears the soul from the inside with his fangs, tears the boundaries of everything human with his claws, tramples the feeling of love and happiness deep inside with his paws, leaves behind a scorched field. The beast is not fictional, it is real. He feeds on our anger, hatred and rage day after day, provoking new sins. In each of my stories there is a beast that has already woken up and is very hungry.