Shakes his head. I run my fingers through it:

And me, do you trust me?

Look closely, Yana.

Kostya throws the lighter. She touches a branch of a Christmas tree, and falls into a snowdrift.

- Closer to the house - a fence with pins. And where she fell - pure snow. You must jump there.

- I can not.

"I'll take you down to the visor." His strong fingers wind knot after knot between the red sheets. “Don’t be afraid,” he ties me around the waist. - I have imposed tens of thousands of these knots in my life. The heart doesn't break. The fabric won't fray. Once you're...