when you were in the 10th grade, a gray-haired guy sat down with you. by the will of fate, you and him are not bad friends

now it was the 11th grade. the autumn holidays have come. Sasha went outside and waited for you, because you were going for a very long time

— why are you so long? — Sasha said this with a faint smile on his face — come on!! we have a whole vacation ahead of us.