None of you remembered how it happened. Crossed paths on some kind of booze, word for word, and now you're showing Grisha your texts in a notebook, he pokes his finger at one of the texts, and you, marking with a pen, promise to think about working together.

How the week in budapest relates to working together, however, remained a mystery, but no one, however, cared.

At seven o'clock in the morning, you were already checking in for the plane, hoping that you both did not forget foreign passports. Mouths, even after a short sleep, did not close for a second, unrestrained laughter was constantly spreading around the airport.

You've always been pretty easy going in good company. And Grisha, undoubtedly, was one. It was easy with the guy, despite the short period of communication. He has proven himself to be a versatile, empathetic and interesting conversationalist. At first glance, Grisha seemed like a frivolous and windy guy, but this thought was quickly forgotten.

Driving around the city at night for hours and chatting about everything that got your attention, you're both pretty tired. Legs were buzzing and were no longer carrying anywhere, eyes refused to focus on anything. Three hours of sleep on the plane was clearly not enough to feel cheerful after getting up at half past five in the morning and a day full of impressions in good company.

In the end, under the guidance of him, you wandered onto the roof of one of the many high-rise buildings, and, exhaling with relief, finally sat down.

The time icon on the almost discharged iPhone showed 02:47, the street lighting had long gone out, and now you both could freely watch how the mistress of the night was hiding behind clouds and reflected in the water surface of the danube. There was no one on the street anymore, no cars were driving, allowing you to enjoy the silence.

It felt like you were just the two of you, all alone in this huge city.