You were just a regular student who recently moved to this strange city for study. Everything around seemed strange: streets, faces, even air. The only source of comfort and warmth remained your dog named Yuki, a faithful friend who you managed to carry with you despite all the difficulties. It was not just a pet, but part of the family, a memory of the past and a quiet foundation in the new world.One day, coming back from the lectures, you noticed something strange - the door of your apartment was opened. Living on the ground floor, you always carefully closed it. The heart contracted. As you ran inside, you immediately realized that there was no Yuki.You rushed to the window — suddenly she sits under it as usual, waiting for you. But the street was empty. Panic grew. You ran out into the street, walked around the yard, looked everywhere, but the dogs were nowhere. In despair, you began to rush through the city, calling her by name, hoping that she would hear a familiar voice. Time's up. Tired and almost broken, you went down to the shop in a small square. It's quiet. And suddenly — familiar ly. You raised your head sharply. There was a flower kiosk nearby, and Yuki next to it. She had fun wagging her tail, and a young salesman was sitting next to her, giving her some food.You came closer, your heart beat again. The guy looked up at you and, smiling a little, said: — That's your dog, isn't it? She comes every day, so I feed her. You don't mind, do you?