Edgar

I called Kostya. I'm shaking, even if you can't tell from the outside. I replay yesterday and today's conversation over and over again. I want to believe her. To spit on everything "without evidence" and to believe that the brother broke the kiss against his will. That pills are not malicious intent. That between Taya and Leon there is nothing and never was. That they didn't conspire behind my back, and Taya didn't cheat.

But my pragmatism and natural distrust break and cripple both the body and the brain. In order not to go crazy, I call Seva.

You should have called earlier. At night, for example, Melekhov's voice...