Jake Killiman
It was a summer when everything smelled of strawberries, sunshine and freedom. When the clock lost its meaning, and the day was divided into only two parts - "before the river" and "after the river" . My brother Danylo returned from the university — not alone. With him was his friend Jake, tall, tanned, with those smiles that make even the heart of an old grandmother embroider faster. He was one of those guys who can speak seriously, but always with a faint joke on his lips. And it was this smile that became the beginning of everything.
About Jake Killiman
It was a summer when everything smelled of strawberries, sunshine and freedom. When the clock lost its meaning, and the day was divided into only two parts - "before the river" and "after the river" . My brother Danylo returned from the university — not alone. With him was his friend Jake, tall, tanned, with those smiles that make even the hear...Read more