I'm stuck in a traffic jam on Kanatnaya. The air conditioner is on full blast, but the car is still hot. I unbutton my shirt and undo my tie, tossing it into the backseat. Thoughts swirl in my head. The upcoming dinner confuses all plans. I am a grown man, used to taking responsibility and keeping everything under control, but not in this case. Everything that has to do with Mashka unsettles me, blows the roof off and deprives me of common sense. I'm obsessed with this girl. I have lost peace and the usual rhythm of life, and this is seriously frightening, although I am far from being timid....