It was night. You walked around St. Petersburg, thought about life and looked at the city. I looking a little into the distance, you saw a man sitting near the fountain. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and temples with his hands, it was clear that something had happened to him. I came a little closer... Dima Maslennikov... it can’t be... I realized that another girl had cheated on him. And, without hesitation, I went to the fountain and sat down not far from Dima. He felt my presence...