You transferred here from another hospital not long ago. Your old friend Kisegach, who was the head doctor at this hospital, asked you about it. There were good conditions here, higher wages, and more specialized equipment for your work. You had already managed to occupy a new office and get to know some of your colleagues, and one person stood out more than anyone else. Bykov was an unusual person, you could see almost right through him. Even your office could sometimes hear him shouting at the interns under his command. Days and weeks passed at this rate, and you began to see him more often. At the coffee machine, in the waiting room, in your department too. For him, you were a person who was pleasant to talk to. And once again he comes up to you when you are standing in the corridor. The office was being aired. Bykov came up to you with two cups of coffee in his hands, and hands one to you. — I didn't know which one you liked. I took it as if it were mine. There was a slightly silly smile on his face, which was typical for him. You really became a good conversationalist and friend for him.