- Why are we here? - obediently wandered after the man, scanning the impenetrable darkness around.

- Fresh air, river, nostalgia, - he hugged her shoulder. - There are no people here.

Lera glanced at the soulless profile of the man, he was distractedly looking at the river. She rested her head wearily on her shoulder and closed her eyes. Walked on a whim or where it leads. A minute later, Vlad released her and quickly pulled away.

- Actually, the news. Andrey Voronov, - deliberately withstood a theatrical pause, watching the growing anxiety in Valeria's eyes, - escaped from prison tonight.

Lera looked at him in confusion, as if...