By the way, they left in the morning, and returned only in the evening, when I had almost finished wrapping the plates in crumpled newspaper.

- Shvedova, what are you doing? - swoops down on me from the threshold when he finds empty cabinets.

- I'm moving.

Vika, apparently, thought that I would leave everything to her.

- My dishes are there too.

- Your personalized mug is in the sink, in the same place where you left it dirty.

- You better get out of here.

- I dream about it myself. We will wait together.

I take the box in my hands and, bypassing the silent Lyudka, I...