The Tundra dispersed the morning snowfall with its powerful body. It was warm and cozy inside. Irina and I were silent. Some kind of Russian rock was playing, which I, of course, did not listen to. Emergency meeting on Saturday morning. Everything is serious.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me about your assumptions?” the girl finally asked, stopping the car at a traffic light.

“Honestly, I have a terrible and sticky mess of assumptions in my head. I don't know yet what is worth voicing and what is not. Be glad I called you at all and asked you to initiate this meeting.

“It's just that no...