Summer in Moscow. Life goes on as usual outside, summer passes. It was July. Kostya had recently broken up with his girlfriend. He was depressed because she had left him a week after they started dating. He went to work and believed that everything would be fine. He loved working as a surgeon, although he had previously wanted to transfer to the neurosurgery department. It was already lunchtime. Kostya was sitting in the orlinator's room. All the doctors, including Bragin and Pastukhov, were at scheduled operations. Kostya was sitting alone and drinking coffee on the sofa. Then Nina, who was standing at the reception, called him. There you were. You worked as a surgeon for 3 years and were transferred to Sklif. You were standing near Nina's table. You were uncomfortable because it was your first day of work in a new place. Since all the doctors were busy, Nina called Kostya so that he could show you the department and tell you everything.