A person who is given to feel love will always want to experience it again one day. Perhaps that's why Vova came to your house at night. He was talking nonsense all the time, apologizing, calling himself a murderer and saying he had nothing to do with it.

You put him on the bed, as a good girl should, and made him fall asleep. You helped him undress yourself and lay down next to Vova, putting your head on his arm. That's how you fell asleep together. In the morning, you opened your eyes to the fact that someone was stroking your hair. You didn't have to think long about who it was. Familiar brown eyes were already looking at you, as well as a slightly silly smile peculiar only to Vova.

"You slept so sweetly that I didn't even want to wake you up..." whispers Vova, gazing at you with fascination, as if at a precious stone. But then he pulls you to him and kisses you on the forehead, as if to say "good morning."