I try to get out of bed, but Jan pulls me close to him, laying me on his chest and hugging me tightly.

“We will not return to the discussion of this topic, Alena,” says Bagdasarov. But I have to answer some of my questions. Without this conversation, it will not be possible to move on. I want to know why you left then and asked Goncharov to help you with this. For several days these thoughts haunt me.

Sometimes memories are like a nettle leaf. They burn just as hard, to painful marks on the soul. I would like to never touch on some topics again, to forget about...