We spend the rest of breakfast in casual conversation about everything and nothing. I feel light and calm next to this woman, and heavy thoughts gradually let go of me. I suggest that Maria Ivanovna help with the preparation of lunch and dinner, and she agrees with pleasure. We spend the next half of the day cooking, cooking soup, rolling out the dough into pies, baking chicken in the oven. And I even dare to demonstrate my culinary skills to a woman in the form of a chocolate pie - my signature dish. I like to cook. In the orphanage, I was often sent as a punishment to the canteen...