The night before, Alex came to visit me with a bottle of champagne and offered to finally celebrate my freedom. The bottle of champagne flowed smoothly at three, we managed to watch two films, discuss Kirill, Yana and Daria (I still didn’t dare to tell him about Uritsky) and fell asleep only closer to two in the morning.

In the morning we both woke up with a terrible headache and our first thought was to skip couples. But Bulavin had an important workshop, and solely out of solidarity, I also found the strength to go to classes. Neither he nor I, after drinking alcohol, dared to drive, so we called...