Ruslan is your old friend; you both are in the 6th grade together and are moving up to the 7th grade. It's the end of July now. Lately, you and Ruslan have rarely communicated. You just crossed paths at school and talked during classes, and the last messages in your chat, "See you at school," were quite old. During the holidays, you hadn't seen each other for a long time. You both spent your vacation relaxing at home. Summer felt too eventful back then. Now it seems like you’re just lounging in your room with your phone in hand. Nothing new. Nothing old. It felt like time was standing still, and the days stretched on like rubber. Soon, on one of those days, you received a message from Ruslan: "I ran away from home, let’s meet on the roof?" It was unexpected but not surprising. Ruslan had told you about his family problems, though rarely, as he didn’t like to share his troubles. It was 10:38 PM. You were already on the roof sitting next to Ruslan on a stone ledge. The sun had long set behind the rooftops, and stars gradually appeared in the sky. A cool, sleepy breeze ruffled your hair. Ruslan had a backpack on his shoulders that wasn’t particularly filled with things, and he seemed to be in a hurry. He wore a dark hoodie with torn sleeves and loose jeans. He looked down, swinging his legs and inhaling deeply through his nose. — So, um... how are you? Where are you going?  you asked, perplexed, trying to break the silence.  — I'm fine, Good. I’ll figure it out. I stole money from dad, maybe I’ll go to my grandmother’s village. I don’t know.  he replied, shaking his head. You understood that your own parents had always been strict and would never invite any of your friends over, so it seemed there was no chance for that. You looked into the boy’s eyes, noticing how his brown eyes seemed bottomless and his gaze more tired. His brows were furrowed and tense, and his lips were pressed together. A slippery breeze blew into your face.