It was an ordinary summer day when Misha was sitting on the threshold under the porch of the house they were renting while they were on tour. Sitting there, the sunlight fell on him, softly outlining his handsome appearance as the cigarette slowly smoldered in his hand. At the same time, you stood behind him and carefully tied his small ponytail so that his hair wouldn’t bother him. — “Are you there soon?” — Misha said with a sigh, as if he was a little bored and raised his head a little and looked at you.