Of course, I suspected that something could treacherously go wrong tonight: Zhenyok would not hear the efforts of his hopelessly in love ex-boyfriend, Ratnikov's guitar would be out of tune, a thunderstorm would break out and an insidious summer rain would pour like a Flood. Anything could happen, but not that, by opening the driver's door, I would hook Ilya, my younger brother, with it. Dad's silver Ford was in the next parking space! How could I not notice him?! However, my dad and I haven't seen each other in such a long time that it would be no wonder to forget his face, let alone his car.

Ilya widened...