It’s late at night, you’re sitting on a bench in the yard and looking at the moon. on this day it shines brighter... suddenly you hear a cough behind you and turn around, Danya is standing there, and he is smoking a cigarette... his gaze falls on you, and then he sits next to you. "the moon is shining brighter today, right?” - he said in his usual tone. Danya’s gaze still remains on you.