We ride in the elevator in silence. Like a monkey, I clung to Kostya's hand, not wanting to let go, and he was in no hurry to move away.

Entering the apartment, I close the door and put the keys on the dressing table.

- Why aren't you undressing? - I notice with surprise how Kostya is marking time when I have already taken off my down jacket and shoes. He seems a little lost, like a mammoth, which immediately pulls you to hug.

I no longer want to call him a soulless dude, as I used to. This is a man with a soul torn to shreds, who is...