We sit for a while and talk about everything. We drink and remember the best moments. We cry and laugh. And we hug all the time.

-I'll miss all of this .

I wake up from the fact that I'm terribly thirsty, I open one eye and understand that we are at Olka's house - already good news. I open the second one and see that the four of us are piled up on the bed in the parent's bedroom, the rest are still sleeping. I was on the edge, it was not difficult to get out of bed, and now I am heading for the kitchen.

I was a frequent guest visiting a friend, so I can easily find painkillers and eagerly drink it with water. I really want to take a shower, it feels like I swam in a trash can. I went to the bathroom through my friend's room, stole her shorts and T-shirt.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was horrified. Here w ... the eyelashes stuck together, the mascara was sprinkled, the lipstick was smeared, apparently for some reason I tinted them, there were bruises under my eyes, a pure alcoholic panda. I take off my dress and...

WTF ?!

What else is this?

I even rubbed my eyes with my fists, because I seem to have vision problems.

Piercing?

Fucking piercing? Really?

My left nipple is pierced and a barbell is sticking out of it!

When? How? Why? Also, who made it for me and where?

I have never taken a shower so quickly. I run into the room and start shaking Cornflower. She opens her eyelids with a groan and, without thinking about anything, I drag her into another room. Without words, I expose her boobs and am horrified, her left nipple is also pierced! She looks at me like I'm an idiot, then looks at her chest, at the same time I lift up my T-shirt, she silently looks at what was revealed to her eyes and how let's laugh. I catch her laugh.

-Fuck off! Damn it!

I spent a few more hours with my best friends, we again laughed and cried a lot. We spent about an hour alone with Kirill, we kissed a lot, hugged, and I tried to cheer up Kirill, knowing that it would be a failure.

I looked at him and realized how wonderful he is.

Someone will be lucky.

I returned on foot, because our houses are nearby. I didn’t change clothes back, the dress was in my hands, my hair was in a mess, passers-by were looking askance ...

But I don't care.

Mom was at home, packing, I quickly slipped and pulled on a bra so that she would not notice the piercing, this is not the time for her to find out about it. It will be necessary to google how to take care of this in general, otherwise I don’t remember anything, respectively. I don’t understand how they did it to us at all, we are minors and there is still hope that it was not a viper, but a normal sterile salon. I still lacked infection in the body and this is at best.

I quickly eat, pack my suitcase and another bag, and another backpack, my godmother will pack the rest of our things and send it to us.

Time flies and I understand that I need to bring myself to a satisfactory state. I straighten my hair and leave it loose, they don’t bother me, I’m already used to it, I can’t walk with my hair tied up for a long time, my head starts to hurt. No makeup, in everyday life I can make up my eyelashes as much as possible. I put on a white T-shirt, a denim skirt, white Converse and a windbreaker, even though it's summer, but it's cool at night. Mom screams that the taxi has arrived.

Everything.

Goodbye old life.

Damn, too much drama in the last 24 hours.

The road passes in silence, we arrived quickly, it was night, there were no traffic jams, we passed the registration, loaded onto the plane, and flew for about fourteen hours without transfers. I immediately put on my headphones and turn the music up louder, my mother knows that it’s not necessary to touch me now.

Here we are taking off, Moscow is burning with hundreds of lights, my heart is breaking, paths of tears are burning my cheeks. I wonder what they are, my mother's fiancé and his son - my future American half-brother? Will they accept me?

With these thoughts, I fall asleep, the sleepless night and stress have an effect.

- Lapulya, wake up, we will land now. Need to buckle up. - Mom pulls my shoulder and at the same time pulls out the earpiece. I nod silently, I don't want to talk at all.

I turn my eyes out the window, it’s already 7:30 am here, or as they say in America, 7:30 am (am is the interval from 00:00 to 12:00, pm is the interval from 12:00 to 00:00). Light and the city begins to be seen. How beautiful it is here, we are already flying low enough to be able to see the skyscrapers.

We land at New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport, collect our luggage, and walk to the gate where Nicholas and his son are to meet us, so my mother said, and then a two-hour drive to Princeton.

From the first seconds of being at the airport, I mentally thank my mother for driving me to study English, constantly saying that this would be very useful to me in life. I am fluent in the language, not only thanks to classes, but also to communication with American friends via video chat, whom I met on specialized sites. And, to my great regret, no one lives in this Princeton.

I start to get more and more nervous, my mother tries to cheer me up, I smile at her forcedly, turn my head back in front of me and ... My God! Is this Nicholas? A man is standing in front of me with a sign in his hands, with a wide smile and burning eyes. Tall, about two meters tall, with broad shoulders, pumped up, it is clear that he devotes a lot of time to sports. Hair almost black, medium length, in a slight mess, blue eyes, high cheekbones, wide eyebrows, in a word - a courageous man. He is dressed in white sneakers, fashionable jeans and a tight T-shirt and an expensive silver watch. Not an ounce of fat under this T-shirt! And where is this walking cholesterol in America, about which we are so persistently broadcast?

Nicholas immediately hugs his mother and kisses her chastely, but long enough. As usual, I roll my eyes and turn away. Watching adults kiss, and even my mother, I don’t want to at all.

And now they remembered me, he looks at me.