My father is waiting for me in the car.

I get behind the wheel and turn on the ignition.

- Dad, how are you? - I look in the mirror.

— Take me home, Andryusha. I need to take medicine. The heart shattered.

“We’re on our way,” I turn the car around.

- Is Tasha okay? he asks in a lifeless voice.

- Yes. All right. Mom and sister are at home, so I think she is not in danger.

- Take care of Tasya, Andryusha. She's… real, you know?

“I understand,” I smile.

- No, I'm serious. She worked for us for nine months and I have never met...