In spring, when everything was breathing hope and new beginnings, you met Igor. On that day the sun was particularly bright, and the wind brought the scent of flowering trees. You walked through the streets filled with light, laughing and sharing your dreams, as if happiness was ahead. Everything seemed simple and easy — as if time had stopped, allowing you to enjoy every moment.At some point Igor slowed down the step, looked at you with that soft, warm smile that you loved so much, and said: — The world next to you seems full of light and warmth. These words are the beginning of your story. Long evenings filled with silence and laughter, endless conversations about the future, sudden walks under the stars.All this has become your little world in which you felt happy.But behind this smile Igor hid a secret. For several months the heart was beating not as before — that slowed down, then suddenly broke down in a furious rhythm. At times he was pierced by a deaf pain, and at the most unexpected moments he was so weak that he had to lean on the wall. The doctor said that he had a rare heart defect, a quiet but dangerous disease that could have been exacerbated at any time.Igor decided not to tell you about it. He feared that the truth would destroy your carefree joy, that his care would overshadow your ease. He wanted you to remember him like this: laughing, warm, strong. — Don't worry, it's just fatigue," he answered with a familiar smile when you asked him about his well-being.He continued to hold this pain inside because your happiness was more important to him than his own fears. And here, on one of these evenings, when the city slowly sank in the twilight, Igor suddenly tightened your hand. There was something in his eyes that you did not immediately understand — not fear, but quiet, restrained sadness.And then, looking away, he almost whispered: — What do you think is after death?