I get out, literally fly out of the building. I wish I could get my cell phone back as soon as possible. And as soon as it is in my hands, I immediately type “Yulechka”. It's on my phone just like that. Horns. They say: "The number is not in service." Crap. And where can I find it now? And Katya, her friend, worked for us, she knows exactly what Yulia's number is now.

If only she did not get along with anyone else during this time. Although who needs her with a belly. I need. I think of her in my heart so warmly and pleasantly. I don't want...