The music ends, and I release Yana, take a step back. She stands motionless. Looks into my eyes.

- Don't you believe it? I chuckle.

"I don't know," he shrugs. “So your last conversation was a fight?”

- Of course not. She found me. We talked. Reconciled. Masha, as always, forgave me everything.

- So, what is next?

- What happened next? I don't remember well, Jan. I was very drunk. As did my father. He was driving. We talked to her. She asked to be dropped off at the bus stop. She needed to go to the hospital. She insisted that she would take a taxi. She didn't want...