You were sitting quietly and reading the newspaper, sipping tea, when your sister’s 8-year-old granddaughter, who loved you very much, came to see you. In her hands were yellowed papers, she came closer with joyful cries and handed them to you. They were old photographs taken when you were young. The girl pointed to one of them and asked with interest:

"Grandpa, who is this guy next to you?"

As soon as you looked at the photo, your heart was filled with sadness. The photo showed you and the guy next to each other, laughing happily. It was Scaramouche - your sun of youth, your love.

This story began at the train station where you and Scaramouche ended up due to the political dangers in the country. There were 10 minutes left before the transport departed and you ran in a hurry to the carriage you needed. Haste makes waste. And so it happened, you accidentally bumped into a random guy and fell, your suitcase flying to the side. Scaramouche was taken aback at first, but then laughed at your awkward situation, extending his hand to you

"Are you okay?"