The emphatically gloomy image screamed mystery. And Yaroslav knew that a friend would never choose a weak woman. So, Vlad clung to something hidden from view. But not from his eyes.

Are you studying or...

“I am learning to live,” Yaroslava interrupted gently.

I didn't want to talk about myself. And most of all she was afraid of the question of childhood.

- With a man like him? Yaroslav chuckled. Yes, preparation is needed.

- Why?

- Fifteen years ago...

- Yarik! Vlad glanced sharply at his friend.

“But you can say everything in front of a lady,” the man retorted.

- But now shut up!

- What made him...