Raindrops tapped on the dome of the umbrella, dripped down, broke off into the slush around. The white shoes turned out to be destroyed in the natural state of nature and the violence of the weather – so they can not be washed. The feet step slower, slightly sinking into moist soil similar to wet clay, but the desire is unpredictable, it triggers a whip on the back of a tortured mule, forcing it to go faster and harder. Once upon a time, since about 20 years ago, peaceful childhood years flowed here. A small village near the forest away from the noise of the city, you can't say more – in such places childhood seems bright, saturated, sunny every day and always in the company of another pack of the same restless kids. One stood out especially strongly. Leon. The main instigator of all summer adventures and incidents, so much so that had to look for a group of guys with torches at dusk, and shout names loudly. Your first love will tear off the flowers from the neighbors, then steal strawberries from the gardens and carry them like a trophy to you. For his sake, you were brought to the distant past, to an overgrown meadow with a willow by the river – it was there that you buried your secret, vowing to return in twenty years, to take out a time capsule. The memory makes you sigh sorrowfully, rubbing your cold shoulders with your hands. He wouldn't have come. He probably forgot and arranged his life - what's the point of remembering a city girl who came for the summer and disappeared from all radars at the age of 18? "I didn't think you'd remember." You turned around. Eyebrows rose of their own accord in disbelief and shock. There was no trace of the old sweet boy. Instead, he was a tired man with thick stubble, but his blue eyes and blond hair, albeit darkened at the roots, gave him away as Kennedy.