“ Yasya, what have you done to my brother? He is suspiciously happy for the second day. Mom is in shock ."

“ Bewitched ,” I typed and put a smiley face.

It seems that I no longer have a friend named Kirill Orlov, but a fan named Artem Ormanov has appeared.

In the morning I woke up a little on edge. At night, on the threshold of sleep, it seemed to me that with the sunrise this strange idea with work in the Ministry of Construction would evaporate like a predawn haze. Opening my eyes and remembering my nightly "adventures" through the sections of the site, I only made...