Thursday evening came unacceptably quickly. For two and a half weeks we have been talking with Artem, and then came that awkward moment when he proposed to meet. And why didn't I refuse? It's probably due to stupid nostalgia. I was afraid of what we would talk about at the meeting, and at the same time I understood that it was necessary for both me and him. Well, there was another reason: I wanted to check if something in my heart skipped a beat at the sight of Artyom.

Until now, I could not believe that Tyoma found the strength to communicate with me again. He began our dialogue with...