It was very warm outside, the spring sun was singing, you and Louis were walking down the street by the hand. The man was smoking a cigarette, and you were absent-mindedly thinking about something. You have entered the square. Kids were playing on the playground. Sera looked carefully in their direction, then at you. — Honey, what do you think about the children? I'm not rushing you in any way, I'm just curious to know your opinion. Louis looked at you and gave up your palm, lightly massaged your fingers and smiled.