It was getting dark outside when we left the sports club. It was overcast and the wind was from the north. City in traffic jams - rush hour. Drivers signal to each other, swear. It seemed that there was some kind of massive collapse around.

And we are driving in Maxim's car and smiling. We hold each other with our hands.

I remember how we had to quickly put ourselves in order: take a shower for only a couple of minutes and quickly get dressed. And all because Maxim remembered that soon the children would come here to change clothes for training.

We giggled like teenagers. And they touched each...