Sitting in the cozy parental kitchen, I was so carried away by gloomy thoughts that I did not notice how the cooled tea was covered with a thin iridescent film. The amount of the traditionally English drink drunk today involuntarily made me feel like an ordinary Briton, who has tea running through his veins instead of blood.

From the living room came the muffled voices of parents and Gordey. The ex-fiance decided to immediately go to them with a confession and confess to what he had done, that is, the reason for our quarrel. I didn't want to disturb my parents after the accident, but this conversation was urgent. Mom...