I remembered the story that happened 15 years ago, when almost no one had mobile phones, and the network of our Internet provider was actively functioning DC++ (who is not aware - file exchange network with chat). And here I sit late in the evening in this network for nothing to do, scratch all the shit and communicate in the common chat. Here in the face comes a message from some JuliaQueen. Type of greeting! How is it? How about talking?

I answer: Hi, things are okay, talk to me? And why not?

And Yulia begins to pour out my soul about what kind of goats are, what a fool her boyfriend is and how ugly he did with her on her DR, which is right today. She spent the whole day like a bee – laying on the table, putting wine and candles, wanted romance and a hot night of love, and this cattle came from work late, tired and drunk and went to bed. She expelled him shortly and now doesn’t know how to live on.

In general, as much as I could, I tried to comfort the lady, advised to reconcile, etc., because love and all that, and then I finished beer. I go, I mean, to the store, which is on Prospect N, since it is almost midnight and all the nearby shops are already closed. At the stop near the store, a slightly subdued body appeals to me asking me to smoke. I am catering. The body thanks me and begins to pour out the soul about it... Right! I take a beer and try to get rid of the annoying subject with his problems, but stop here! I have heard a similar story today!

We sit with him at the stop and drink beer. I listened to him and asked, “Is the girl probably called Julia?”

He is... yes. How do you know?

I know she loves you, misses you and is waiting for you. So go home and let it all be well!

With these words, I get up and leave.

He first fell into a stupor and stood for 10 seconds not knowing what to do. Then he tried to catch me, but after taking a few steps turned and ran toward the stop.

The next day I wrote to Julia, “How are you?

I replied that everything was fine!

P.S. That night I and Yulin’s boyfriend crossed in my neighborhood, quite far from where they lived (in another area of the city) – about 20 kilometers away. (The route is about an hour).