- But sleeping on the street is not an option! I won't let you!

- Why not? I'm here ... calmly.

— And in the house? he asked, carefully watching her reaction. - Restless?

Valeria took a seated position.

Pulling her knees to her chest, she wrapped her legs in a blanket and mumbled:

“I feel crazy there.

— Is that how? He sat down next to the vacant half of the couch. - Why?

“Because… I hear voices from the past. Every now and again. Every now and again. But I'm not supposed to hear them, right?

Davydov reached out for the decanter standing on the table.

He filled...