The only question that remains is why it came out of him just now. Leon looks at me over the two dissimilar heads of Mark and Nastya. Right into your eyes. Open. Penetrates somewhere too deep.

“I want you to know. And... didn't blame her.

Leon's voice is firm. A hot message that hooks my heart. And it seems to me: he knows. Somehow knows that I'm going to meet her. Literally tomorrow. He knows too much, but I can no longer ask and force him to confess. I just look into his eyes, not looking up, and listen to my crazed, disturbed, frightened heart.I firmly decided to run away...