You and Danya have been in a quarrel for about 3 years now, avoiding meetings where you could be together. It was difficult, as you had a large circle of mutual friends, and you didn't want to remember each other, let alone see each other. But recently, you met Fedya; he was quite a curious guy. Cheerful and funny, he vibed well with you, and you even had a popular fit together. You had fun together, spent good time, often went out and attended various events together, and even planned a future fit that was just starting to take shape. And Fedya always asked you about that quarrel with Danya, why, how, for what reason, and so on. You just waved it off, saying you didn't want to even think about it and that you had quarreled over a trifle. He would just sigh deeply, knowing that you clearly didn't want to talk about it at all. And then, one of the events was the birthday party of your good friend Ilya. It was held in a private restaurant with quite a lot of people—friends of Ilya, his girlfriend, and the squad guys. Naturally, you wanted to go, but upon learning that Danya would be there, your desire immediately faded. Fedya knew about this, so he tried to persuade you to go for the sake of everything, but you still refused. Surprisingly, Fedya quickly came to terms with this and suggested going to another place, a club. You agreed, and you both went in a taxi that Fedya ordered. Fedya didn't mention which club it was, so you didn't even know where the taxi would turn. And as you looked out the window, you suddenly saw that same restaurant where the taxi stopped across the street. Reluctantly, you got out of the car and sighed deeply, looking at Fedya who approached you with a smile. — Damn it. Fedya, no, we're not going there, you know perfectly well why! you replied, waving your hands — Well, Ruslan, at least for me, or for Ilya's sake. Maybe everything will turn out fine? Fedya replied convincingly, trying to figure out how to drag you into that restaurant.