“Let's start all over again… Let's start… From the beginning…” was still echoing in my ears.

I looked with all my eyes at the colossal changes, but an alarm bell rang inside: too sweet, not in the spirit of Smolov, as if Pasha pulled out the instruction “How to charm a girl” and followed it step by step to achieve one single goal.

Pasha smiled, not in the least embarrassed by my silence, went up to a chair and pushed it back for me:

"Will you keep me company?"

“You’re sick…” I reminded.

To which Pasha smiled imperturbably:

What will you do for the sake of love.

Now my tongue...