“Taisia, we won’t be able to have dinner with my mother tonight. She's not feeling very well," darling Felix continues to talk to me in a sweet voice.

“What… happened?”

- The heart is pressing, and the pulse is high.

- Tell him to get better soon.

- Necessarily. I'll call you tonight when she's better.

“Maybe I should go to you?”

- In no case. Mom doesn't like it when there are a lot of people around. She needs peace.

- Good. I'll be waiting for your call.

My hands are shaking and my palms are sweaty. I still bleat and repeat a stupid set of standard phrases reserved...