Almost eighteen years old.

The bus slowly overcame the mountain serpentine. I stared out the window in fascination, unable to believe that this trip had taken place. Up to the moment when we sat down in our places, I was tormented by a premonition that at the very last moment something would break. Our idea with Zhenya could not be fulfilled so simply and smoothly, but a miracle happened! The result of this miracle was Cyril, quietly snoring in a nearby chair. Behind us Zhenya and Misha were whispering something. This morning not only they were happy, but I was too.

I had to prepare for these magical moments almost...