I twist the phone in my hands, sitting in the car near Alena's house, and watch how she walks with Andrey on the site. Kovaleva is wearing a loose white T-shirt and shorts. Her hair is loose and flowing over her shoulders. The face is still pale. Well, it’s understandable, I didn’t have time to get up from the hospital bed, as I’m already chilling with the kid on the site. And tomorrow he is going to Lyubertsy to meet people from the charitable foundation. I've already been told everything. I know. Does Alena think she has nine lives? Or how many of them does she have left? It will...