Lyokha reluctantly slowed down. Shagina, jumping out of the car, ran away from the road to a small hill with a rocky surface, overgrown with moss and young grass. Olya could not stand it and also left. I wanted to warm up a little and get some air from tobacco smoke. She saw that Marina was squatting at the base of the hill. She walked over to her and stood a few paces away.

“I often used to walk here as a child,” Marina said without turning around. - There is a ferry station where my father worked. Well, not a father, but ... - she sighed. - And here...