-A-ah-ah! Mom, this is not a joke, are you serious? Can I really fly to Russia myself? I hug my mother, look at Blake, and all my joy immediately vanished. He stands angry and blacker than clouds. Okay, then we'll figure it out.

-There is nothing more serious and the proof of this is in your hands. - Mom claps her hands.

- All right, Blake, now it's your turn. - Mom yells happily. I turn to him and raise an eyebrow in a silent question, because he has already given his gift, in response he only shrugs his shoulders, without a shadow of a smile holds out another envelope...