I lay on Zhenya's bed, wrapped in a soft blanket, and slowly sipped red wine from a glass. Girlfriend is on the floor. She peered dubiously into my dreamy face and shook her head disapprovingly.

- Yasya, you know perfectly well that he is a womanizer. She herself laughed so many times at Orlov's gullible fools. Can he really fall in love so easily that he abandons his usual way of life? my friend proved to me.

I perfectly saw the share of truth in her words, but the stupid hope that beat like a bird in my chest did not allow me to believe in them. Orlov's confession still...