While waiting for Gordey to arrive, my neighbor and I talked for about an hour, despite the stupid situation we were in. Sasha turned out to be an interesting interlocutor: well-read and erudite, and given his attractive appearance and unconventional orientation, my awkwardness gradually disappeared. He even offered his T-shirt himself so that I would not sit naked under the covers. Over another cup of tea, our communication seemed easy and relaxed, as if I had known the bearded man all my life. The neighbor was well versed in art, although he worked as a programmer. And this was another pleasant discovery, because neither parents nor Gordey could boast of...