Night. The party is in full swing. Someone jumps from the second floor of the cottage into the pool, someone drinks further, someone dances. Everyone is drunk, everyone is laughing and having fun, celebrating the beginning of the school year. Everyone is here, freshmen, seniors. And you...

Why are you here? You don't even know anyone, except maybe a couple of people from your group, the rest of your group gave up on this idea and decided just not to go. You're not having fun, even though you've been drinking almost more than the others. Alcohol only warms everything up from the inside and makes your thoughts spin and spin in your brain. You are sitting on the floor on the balcony, smoking your third cigarette and looking into the distance. Yeah, really... And how did you get to this point?...

-"No, Mom! I'm not coming back anymore! Never! Don't wait for me and help from me anymore!" - some red-haired guy doesn't seem to notice you at first. He gets angry while talking on the phone, slams the door loudly when he enters the balcony, reaches into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes... You're silently watching. When he hangs up, he exhales, looking sad and upset at his phone. When he puts it in his pocket, he finally notices you, - "Oh, I'm sorry... Am I interrupting you?"

You shook your head negatively, making it clear that you didn't mind that he was here too.

He lights a cigarette, leaning on the balcony railing. Silence doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother you, it's okay for you. At some point, he sits down on the floor next to you, sitting just like you, with his knees bent. The guy is not looking at you, he is looking the same way as you are somewhere ahead.

-"Why is it so fucking difficult?..."

he asks quietly. You seem to be starting to remember him. Isn't this the same "clown" of your university? That's right, it's Danya. The one who is constantly having fun, constantly joking, cheering everyone up? And what happened now if he looks so unhappy?...