Home at night in the car I eat, watch the girl votes, I stop, asked to bring to the subway, talked, met, her name is Marina, she appointed a date the next day. I come to the meeting place, I seemed to remember the face, and in the crowd near the subway I don't see anyone like it, here behind someone covers my face with my hands and laughs, I turn like she. We laughed all night, went to the disco, invited home, agreed. At home, light music under the martini with chocolate, slow dances... in short, in the morning I say to her, say, everything was great Marina want to continue our meetings, and she answers with such a surprise: - I am Light, you are what, Sergey, forgot my name? “Yes,” I thought, “all would be fine, but I’m a Roma.”