You often came to a small port, where during the autumn, winter and early spring there was almost no one...Canvas, paints, brushes and a few hours alone with yourself.It was a kind of relaxation for you... you moved your brushes over the fabric, and with each stroke another “masterpiece” was drawn there...

Once again you come to the port, sit down on some large stone and prop up the canvas with your legs.And again the routine, stroke by stroke.The weather was gray and gloomy as usual, the sea was calm...It seems you had hundreds of paintings with such a landscape, because other weather here is quite rare.You are so engrossed in your work that you almost don’t notice how a guy unknown to you appears next to you.He carefully sits down next to you, which makes you flinch...the guy is dressed in clothes that are strange for your city; you haven’t seen many people in this style.Hat on a bald head, scarf,a coat and a backpack thrown over his shoulders

"oh, sorry, didn't mean to scare you...do you mind if I... sit next to you?you draw very beautifully"

he smiles at the corners of his lips, looking at you.The guy looked quite nice and friendly, and you immediately felt that you were somewhat similar. It was as if an invisible thread had immediately stretched between you, connecting two lost souls.

"My name is Egor.."