Many years ago, Serezh's friend moved from Peter to Germany, but he comes to his hometown at least once a year. And in Sereza's hometown lives a beloved friend Edward. Well, such a friend who is the most... And here again comes Serge to Peter.

A day passes, two, three - and all of them and Edward will not meet: then one can not, then the other has something shaken. It happens. On the fourth day, the friends decide to fight the circumstances as decisively as possible and at the next telephone conversation give each other solemn promises that everything is tomorrow! “Tomorrow!” “Tomorrow!” “I’m at three o’clock!” “At three o’clock you are here!” “And no one!” “No one!”

The next morning, at the beginning of the third, Serezh plunged into a road trip with the good intention of reaching a friend of childhood. There was only one free seat - the back to the driver, the face to all the other passengers.
Upset on him and transferring the money for the trip, our hero suddenly noticed that the expression of the faces of all the other passengers, first, strange, second, completely the same. You know, such a mixture of irritation, thirst and universal submission to fate, with the rhetorical but expressive question, "Why?“”

The source of such contradictory emotions appeared directly near Sergei and was in the image of a young beautiful lady whispering on the phone. She has apparently cuddled for a long time, and unwilling listeners to her conversation slightly, let’s say, stunned.
“Well, Eddie-e-ik, well stop-a-an,” the lady pulled capriciously. Well, I understand what I’m feeling... Well, my-and-your-your, I can’t really do it today...
No... No, Edick, I won’t come... Well, I miss it too, but I can’t go today...
Well... I can’t... you know... Well, stop...
Well... well, how can I tell you why... Well because I can’t... Well Edick, well, I’m honest, I can’t... Well, really... Well, I won’t come...
No, I probably won’t be able tomorrow either... Well, I won’t be able to...
Well Eddie-y-y-ik, well what... well, after tomorrow may be... Well that means – maybe... I don’t know yet... Well I really can’t... Well, I can’t... Well, why-why... – Here the lady looked around, convinced herself that there was nobody around and, covering a slight tube, with a slightly intimate voice said: – Well, I have days like this... What does it mean – okay? You know, you goat, you just need that from me, right?
All of! I understood everything!
No, I said, I cannot and I will not come!

The cover of the cell phone with a thunder collapsed, and in a second the ringing ring of the call came out. This time, I did not call the lady, but Sergey. He pulled the phone out of his jacket pocket and said:
Oh yes Eddy! I am! Of course I can, I am going!
He lifted up his head and saw no one in front of him. Because all ten passengers bowed down and cried.