after Dima found your dog, you began to see him often, on the street, in different buildings. of course, you were grateful to dubin for helping you, but you were already tired of the fact that he seemed to follow you. after long knocks on the door, you still opened it a little and saw Dima. you sighed and felt the delicious smell of shawarma. "Hi, they told me you like this," and he handed you a shawarma.