Entering the cafe, I decided to look around. The interior was rather modest - red plastic furniture, orange walls and a strong smell of borscht.

I didn’t feel like eating here, so I immediately went to the bar counter, near which two waitresses were chatting. One of them smiled at me, handed me the menu and offered to take a table, but judging by the badge on her chest, it was not Lena. I said I only wanted coffee and sat down in a high chair. If the girl was disappointed, she did not show it. Soon she moved away to other visitors, and I began to look at the...