Evening overtook the fugitives on the way. Laura dozed in the back seat, tired from a hard day. The darkness of the night penetrated through the small windows. The city had long been left behind and the white car raced along the endless road, raising summer dust behind it. Maxim still could not understand what Demyan was going to do in Zarechensk. He replayed the events of the past days in his head, but did not remember anything that would indicate the reason for his brother's departure. After all, he couldn’t go anywhere for no reason at all?! Demyan is a pragmatist. He does not take rash steps. But then...