I run up the stairs briskly like a little girl. Smiling stings cheeks. I feel so good. Inside is not blood, but champagne. The heart does not beat, it crackles with Bengal fire. And paints. Everything around takes on color. Volume. I see every detail so clearly it's breathtaking.

She couldn't control herself at all. I didn't want to show how much I enjoyed kissing him. Damn, we were just kissing. What a fool I am! How can you be so stupid? He also has a fiancee. And generally speaking. This is Konstantin Liskovets. A week and a half ago, I thought about him like this ...

...actually, he was...