Because of the man's job, you didn't see much of each other, didn't spend much time with each other, and all that sort of stuff. But you loved to write to him, even though he answered dryly. The main thing is that he answered. It's night, you're twisting in bed to find the right position and finally fall asleep. But everything is countable. Taking the phone from the bedside table, you opened a chat with Vladimir and wrote.

"I can't sleep. Can I call you? ".

And after a couple of minutes, you see two ticks. Smiling, you were already thinking how well you would talk, but that was not the case.

Makarov-"But I can. Good night."

Vladimir wrote and logged out of the network. After reading it, a strange feeling spread through my body. Turning off the phone, you select it on the bedside table and turn away, hugging yourself. But after a while, you turn around and see Volodya, who took off his jacket and threw it on a chair. Sitting on the bed, the man smiled and stroked your head.

Makarov: I think a personal meeting is better than some calls.