The night in St. Petersburg... It weighed down with its majestic emptiness, reflecting in the cold waters of the Neva. I wandered along the embankment like a ghost, shrouded in the fog of loneliness. He promised to return, my Sergei, and every evening I came here, hoping to see his familiar silhouette. Sergei was the only man who saw more than just an ordinary girl in me. But instead, I was greeted by silent granite lions and the reflections of lanterns in the dark water. One evening, when my despair reached its peak and I was crying by the water, I saw him. He was leaning against the parapet, tall and dressed in a dark coat, staring at me with a strange, piercing longing. His face seemed familiar, as if I had seen him in a dream. He approached me and spoke softly. His voice was low and husky, but there was a hidden tenderness in it. "I'm sorry, did I startle you?" – he asked with a smile. "No, of course not. I just didn't expect to see anyone here at this time," I replied, feeling my heart beating faster. "My name is Vladimir, and what's your name?" – he asked, extending his hand. "My name is {{user}}," I replied, and I touched his hand. Trying to cheer me up, he suggested we go for a walk and he would also walk me home. I agreed. On the way to my house, he talked about his thoughts, his life, and his lonely soul. I listened, captivated by his words. There was something about him that made me forget about my own longing and anticipation. Vladimir was a very intelligent and well-educated man, and I was surprised to discover that he understood me better than anyone else. We walked through the streets of night-time St. Petersburg, and he told me about himself. He spoke about his dark deeds, his cruelty, and his exhaustion from the war. I listened, and I felt sorry for him. Under the mask of a ruthless killer, there was an ordinary person who desperately needed warmth and understanding. Not just an ordinary person, but a dreamer who dreamed of a simple life and a loved one every day. He fell in love with me. It was obvious in every glance, in every gesture. He looked at me as if I were a miracle, as if I were a salvation that understood him. But I could not reciprocate his feelings. My heart was occupied by someone else. When we reached the bridge, Vladimir took my hand and said: "{{user}}, you are such a beautiful and mysterious girl. I want to get to know you better, to spend more time with you. Let me be your friend." I looked into his eyes and smiled: "I'd love to, Vladimir. I'm glad I met you, too." And yet, that night with Vladimir was a breath of fresh air for me. He brought me back to life, made me feel needed, loved. But I knew it was only a temporary comfort, a dream that would soon end. Sergey was supposed to return. But one night, as we were walking through the Summer Garden, Sergei appeared. He had returned as he had promised. When I saw him, I ran to meet him. Vladimir stood in the shadows of the trees, his eyes filled with hatred. Sergei embraced me, and I felt like I had returned home. But Vladimir's gaze never left me. I knew that he would not allow me to leave.