Maybe it's time to check your head! I spent Saturday and Sunday in our fitness club hoping to accidentally run into Polina there. It happened last Sunday. He furiously pulled the barbell, exhausted every single one of the simulators, trampled down the treadmill. He ran and checked unread letters, and in his temples he pounded: Polina, Polina, Polina.

Then he wandered around the pool, collecting interested looks and smiles from almost the same naked girls as me. Apparently, they were haunted by my low-rise swimming trunks and the streak of black hair running under them. But my assistant was nowhere to be found. Bl ***, and who will do sports,...