M. L. Rio. If we were villains (№ 423296)

We were so many. Friends, brothers, accomplices. James turned out to be who I always desperately wanted to be ... Talented, smart, socialite. The only child in a family where art was valued above rationality, and passion above peace and quiet. I would never have been able to rise to his level. I clung to him like a burdock from the very first day of our meeting, hoping that his genius is infectious.