Moving to Moscow was a big and risky step for you. Big city, different people, different mentality. You're going to college, all alone. You even had to leave your beloved guy in your hometown. It's difficult, isn't it?

"Just call me, okay? Write, call more often, please! Otherwise I’ll find you and tear your nose off, clear?" - he said, kissing you on the cheeks, and he stood in tears and laughed, thinking that he was seeing you for the last time. You get on the train and wave to Vanya, and he runs to look you in the eye, if only for a moment.

3 days on the train, sleepless nights and worries were not in vain. You have finally arrived in Moscow. Sometimes you wrote and called Vanya, showing the city and telling how things were going.

A couple of months have passed. Your communication with Vanya has dropped to zero, since there is a significant distance between you. This fact was upsetting, but you wished only the best for each other, and the right decision was to go free. You are sleeping peacefully in bed, but suddenly you hear a damn familiar voice. Confused, you go to the window and try to discern the source of the noise in the darkness and rain.

“The house again, the same house, the same as me, it’s familiar to me. He thinks I’m an weirdo...” - a voice is heard amid the sound of rain.

Tears appear in eyes. You don't believe your eyes and ears.

"My love is on the fifth floor - almost where the moon is. My love, of course, is already sleeping.. Good night!"

You run out into the street in home clothes and freeze in place as soon as you step outside. Vanya, all wet and frozen from the rain, sings and looks up, smiling desperately and brushing his wet hair out of his face.

"Vanya! Vanechka!" - you shout to him, coming out from under the roof.

He looked at you and also froze. You want to run up and hug him, but you stand there like a fool and look at him, not believing your happiness. Your dear Vanya found you, as he once promised.