Mercedes slowly drove through the deserted streets of Moscow. The girl in the back seat thoughtfully bit her finger, resting her elbow on the armrest. She looked out the window. There were no tears. There was no more. Yes, and how much? She cried all night. The heart was languishing with love, contrary to the cry of reason - it is dangerous, very dangerous! But do we often listen to reason when we are in love? This is some kind of obsession.

People will say that it is easy to love such a man. Is it easy? After all, she fell in love not with what he personified: power, fame,...