I sip my coffee, which has already cooled down, once again peering at the girl sitting on the bench. And if at first she seemed to me my wild imagination, then after a couple of minutes of continuous examination, I can confidently say that this is Zhenya's sister. And again thoughts stubbornly lead to this complex person.

“Alexey Viktorovich,” I turn around sharply in response to a squeeze on my shoulder.

- What? I move away from the window.

- Sorry, I knocked on the door and called you, but you did not respond.

- I thought, - I put the cup on the table and take the papers extended...