5 years ago, when he served in the Belarusian militia, he was driving with a partner on one of the streets in Minsk. On the sidewalk, he saw his sister talking to a girl. I asked my partner to stop and say hello to my sister. He got out of the car, approached them, hugged his head and greeted them. I have zero reactions, they talk. I’m standing, waiting, I think maybe the conversation is important, but inside it feels like something is wrong. I looked at my "sister" and realized that the features of the face were slightly different and the voice was different. But the hairstyle, the height, even the style of clothes like my sister’s. It came to me that it wasn’t her, I quietly turned, sat in the car, we left.

P.S I imagine what they thought: the mint came, stood quietly, listened to the conversation and left.)