There are not very many visitors on the beach - the heat begins, and everyone rushes to the rooms.

- I wonder if Dina managed to visit here? — stopping at the water's edge, I say thoughtfully.

“She was gone before it happened…” Andrei replies. - Stay by the sea, Tasia. I'll ask the cafe owner. Maybe he knows something about the Russian emigrants who recently moved to the area, father and son.

- Yes, sure.

Andrei climbs a stone-paved road between snow-white houses with colorful balconies, and I take off my sandals and walk lazily along the wet sand. Holding my hat with my hand, I peer into the...