Are you worried that someone will hear? Artyom defiantly looked around and squinted maliciously. “Maybe someone is waiting for you?” Admit it, to whom are you leaving me?

- Artem, what are you talking about?

The iron hand of shame gripped my insides. Suddenly he knows? Where?

“At first you refuse to meet, and then for no reason at all you declare that you don’t love me and you want freedom!” I never noticed such a craving for loneliness in you before!

“You haven’t noticed much at all in recent months,” I went on the defensive.

“Because I plowed for our future!” I doubt that you will earn so much...