Well, in that case, I'll leave you. Nikita got out of bed and headed for the exit.

At the door, I called out to him.

- Thanks. I saw that you wanted to follow me onto the ice. It's bold.

- As it turned out, it's stupid, not brave. Nikita smiled at me and winked. - Rest. I'll come by in the evening.

Morozov left the room, and I, wrapped up to my ears in a blanket, fell into a dream.

I don't even remember what I dreamed about. Probably the dream was so deep that there were no dreams at all. I woke up from a terrible hunger, when...