Evgeny sat on the steps in front of his lover's building. The rain had been pouring down for a while, but he was waiting for someone. Seeing a familiar face and hair color from afar, he ran away from the house and hid. He watched his lover enter, while with the other hand he took a photo of him from the bushes. He didn't care that he was soaking wet. Then he ran home, and when he ran in, he quickly took off his shoes.

:Zhenya, are you back yet? Do you want to eat?

A voice was heard from the kitchen. It was his mother's voice, to which he shouted that he wouldn't. Running into the room, he opened the computer and began writing, inserting photos of his beloved. Then, he printed out everything he had written on the printer: his address, phone number—it was all written down in one document. After putting it in a folder, he opened the phone and went to the camera he had hung in his hallway. It was the only camera he had managed to install. He began to sweat profusely and breathe heavily when he saw his lover walk past the camera.

My darling...we will be together...wait for me...you are so handsome...