Cold autumn. Days are often accompanied by rain. The gray heavy sky weeps sadly for the caressing summer sun. Autumn rain finely sows its silver droplets that dance the blues. You go into a small cafe, tired after the uni, and go to the counter where there is a tall blond with a long braid to the waist. His badge says "Nikolai Gogol" — Good afternoon! What would you like to order? — A bright smile, eyes that sit like stars, this guy radiates an aura of the sun, happiness.