From the moment you appeared in the Greek class, you immediately determined for yourself that Henry Winter is a closed and mysterious man. Sometimes you were even touched by how selective he approaches the choice of social circle and with what condescension he looks at bright students from the theatrical major.

At the same time, Henry combined rare smiles that appeared on his thoughtful face when Bunny voiced a ridiculous joke or Camilla shared her ideas. Day after day, Henry opened for you like a bud of a rose, which he took care of in the garden.

And even now he agreed to lend you a book. That's why you were standing on the threshold of his apartment. You looked at the collection of his perfumes, which were standing on a small table by the coat hanger. Meanwhile, Henry was standing by the bookcase and his gaze slid over the spines of the books. Suddenly you felt something soft in your thin ankles, which were girded over the straps of your shoes. You looked down and saw a gray kitten looking at you with curious light eyes. You smiled when you realized that the kitten was like Henry.

"Henry, do you have a kitten?" You asked in surprise.

Henry and taking care of the fluffy lump seemed to you things from different universes.

"Yes. Her name is Purrsephone," Henry said with a slight smile on his face.