Go, Andrew! he waves awkwardly at me. - See you at home!

I descend to the coastline and dive into the rough sea. I swim towards the boat, where Taisiya froze at the stern. The wind ruffles her hair, opens her cardigan, but she stubbornly continues to look in my direction. I know she is waiting for me. Waiting as much as no one else could. Because she is mine. My beloved Tasha.

Then everything gets mixed up in one picture. Tasia grabs my wet hands and asks about the house. I quickly dry myself off with the towel I found on the ship. I dress and talk about photography...