- I can get there myself, - Olya took the door handle. - Not far? In the town?

- Go ahead, start packing.

While Olya was with her aunt, Tonya had already finished. Pies and rolls stood in plates covered with cling film. Tomatoes, cucumbers and herbs are washed and put in a basket. Between them were stuck several sticks of raw smoked sausage and a head of cheese. Tonya was already fastening her ankle boots when Olya entered the kitchen.

- I'm going to cover. Like an adult! - the girl smiled, although she felt not weak jitters.

- Don't worry. Who ordered something?

- I don't know... -...