- I brought you a blanket.

“Thank you,” Zhenya throws a soft blanket over my shoulders as I sit on a chair with a mug of hot tea.

- Would you like to go back to the house? It's cold on the balcony. - The guy is standing behind me, resting his hands on the back of the chair, and does not want to leave, while I want loneliness and silence.

No, I want to be alone. Can?

- Good. Call me if you need me. I nod my head in approval without turning around.

The creak of the door is heard, and I am left alone to breathe the...