“I can’t, that’s for sure,” he chuckled slightly, and it seemed to me that he fully understood my motives, but I really can’t attend such a thing. After all, this is not a ram that has fallen from above, but something completely different. - Then on Saturday evening, will we call each other?

“Yes, of course,” I agreed with quite understandable joy, as if a whole sack of potatoes had fallen off my shoulders, “let's phone each other.

“Come here,” my interlocutor said in a whisper, with the same pleasant hoarseness, and the kiss, which was interrupted for only five minutes, was continued.

After all, the darkness on the street,...