No, I understand everything, young, worried, following me for a second month, breathing, obviously can not decide to have a sincere conversation. But the tormented, finally squeezed phrase in the darkness of the cafe: “Lenocha, I loved you with all my heart” was too unexpected even for me.

P.S Vichy, I really like you too. I promise not to laugh like that anymore. Please answer at least one of my calls.