Margot remembers well how Seryozha looked at the river, to which they were taken on summer holidays. The financing of the orphanage could not provide a trip to the sea. Oleg pulled off his T-shirt and immediately ran to the water. Seryozha sat down on the shore and pulled Margot with him. Here you can hug or even, the guy was still blushing, kiss. – When I earn a lot of money, I'll take you to the sea. A real sea," Razumovsky promises, squeezing her hand, and Margot believes, sincerely believes.

Of course, then there was the sea. They went with Oleg's friends before he joined the army. Seryozha walked around with a dissatisfied face, still not accepting his friend's choice, burned down on the first day on the Anapa beach, and then completely turned out to leave the house until the evening.

"This is not the sea you deserve," Razumovsky grumbled as they sat on the shore, drinking homemade wine bought at the market. "If Oleg is not blind after drinking, then you can drink," Seryozha philosophically remarked, grabbing a bottle from their refrigerator. – Come on, — Kovaleva smiles, resting her head on Seryozha's shoulder. The beach has been deserted for a long time. It's probably past midnight, but I don't want to leave at all. Razumovsky throws a blanket over their shoulders, which the girl prudently brought with her. Warmed by the warmth of someone else's body, Seryozha thinks – they will have the sea, they will definitely have it.