Several times a day I tried to call Denis, even took up the phone to find out how he was there after what had happened, and then changed my mind, remembering his nervous reaction in the car. If he wants to see me, he has my number, and I don’t live in America, you can always come. And on that day, he didn’t seem to remember me, although he could call or send a text message, so they say, and so, the rams don’t fall anymore, but they’re very busy! But seriously, we are strangers to each other, so far without any special obligations, so I, in principle, have no...