Chaos reigned on the streets of Zamira, there were many times less people than half an hour ago, when we broke through to my house, but now looters and vandals were outrageous here. I ran to the Soviet building at the limit of my ability, and with every step I felt how the invisible thread that connected me with a new acquaintance was being pulled like a leash around my neck. I wanted to quit everything, give a damn about the debt and return to see if she came to her senses.

Lane. I rolled this sweet name on my tongue and was surprised at my reaction. Used to analyze...