- Mashul, wake up. We're pulling up.

Oleg gently caresses my cheek, blowing away the lone strands of hair that have fallen on my face. I frown, not wanting to wake up. It's so warm and cozy in his arms. Perhaps my favorite place on Earth is on Oleg's chest. Hear the beating of his heart, feel the breath on your skin. Dream big? No. I dare not. I am already happy, as only a person can be happy.

- Masha. Masha. Masha. Wake up, my little one, - Oleg leans over me, whispering in a low voice.

– Odessa?

- She is the best.

- Can I sleep a...