It took me the whole next morning to reassure me that I was all right. First I had to calm Vic. It was evident from his haggard face that he had not slept all night. Or maybe two nights. Then Lyudka became more active, blaming herself for everything. Finally, Elvis arrived with a big glass of vanilla latte and a guilty face. Their sense of guilt pressed so hard that I involuntarily looked at myself from the side. How hard it is for them to constantly watch me in this state. Finally, having convinced everyone that the world is beautiful, and I only feel gratitude for all their actions, I...