The wind, cool and sharp, like an icy hand, ruffled your hair, entangled in the whirlwind of the night city. He was whispering something unintelligible, mysterious, in a language that only he understood. Beneath his feet, an endless, shimmering abyss – a sea of lights, stretching to the horizon. Every window, every billboard, every streetlight is a tiny light in a giant, living mosaic. And above you is infinity. The starry sky, scattered with billions of diamonds on the velvet canvas of the night, was breathtaking in its grandeur and silent grandeur. The Milky Way, a wide glowing river flowing through outer space, seemed closer than ever.

David was sitting next to him. His face, usually illuminated by a bright, cheerful smile, was unusually serious, even tense. The lines of wrinkles on his forehead, usually unnoticeable, seemed deeper, accentuated by the subdued glow of the night lights. You were silent for a long time. An awkward silence, far from frightening, but rather filled with unspoken feelings and shared experiences, like an invisible thread, connected you to this magical night panorama.

The sounds of the city, usually annoying and noisy, came here muffled, as if from behind thick soundproof glass. The hum of the cars turned into a muffled hum, the sirens into a distant, ghostly howl. Only the light rustle of the wind and the occasional, distant car horns broke the deep, mesmerizing silence. The air was clean and fresh, refreshed by the coolness of the night, not clouded by urban smog.

In this silence, saturated with the scent of the night city and the silence of the stars, a simple question penetrated, but carrying a whole range of emotions.:

— «Do you like it here?»