-Do you think you'll go to heaven? You asked quietly, looking at the setting sun over the horizon. -Of course, I'm a very sinful person... After all, paradise must be earned. Roach replied, leaning back on the bench. -Though... Why, though? This time, Roach hesitated and lowered his tone. -After all, paradise does not exist without you. For you, Roach, just a friend, nothing more, but your evening conversations on the porch of the base... They are imbued with sincerity, love and sincerity. At the beginning of your communication, you immediately told each other that you would never feel anything for the people on the military base, especially love. But it so happened that there was something special between you... Something elusive. Most likely, you loved each other, but neither of you was going to admit it yet, and probably never will.