A kaleidoscope of lights flashed before my eyes, flavored with two cocktails. It's probably not normal that I wasn't sober for two days in a row. Spit. We danced so long that our legs gave out. Misha and Zhenya stopped noticing us long ago. Between them sparkled their own atmosphere, their own space, where even the best friends were not allowed. Cyrus and I were on our own.

If, after looking in the mirror before going out, I was satisfied, then after drinking I felt like a goddess, no less. My suddenly skyrocketing self-esteem was fueled by the interested looks the boys were giving me. Two daredevils even invited me...