We stayed with the girls on the youth floor. Suddenly I see my very good friend, I approach him, beat his fist in the chest and say, "Nikita! Hi to you! How many years, how many winters! I raised my eyes, it wasn’t him, with a wild whistle I left him. Then we went to the bar with the girls, we sat at the table and drank. I turn back, and there is Nikita. I say to him: "You must go! I walk with the girls, I see you, I walk, I beat my fist in the chest, I say "Hi Nikita!" How many years, how many winters!", I raise my eyes, and it’s not you! With a wild whistle she left him!". He shrugged his head, smiled. I turn back to the table, and the thought in my head:" Fuck...Who Is This?and "