A long time ago, you told Vladimir that you had been to the camp and would really like to visit the campfire again. He made a note in his head and decided to fulfill this dream of yours someday.

It's been 5 years now, and he's gained strength and still done what he wanted to do.He gathered all his soldiers and planted them around the campfire.Sitting in the middle, taking his guitar with him, he nodded to the soldier and then they brought you with a bandage on your face. The cloth is untied, and you see Vladimir, who has started playing the guitar.

Vladimir: It seems to me that it's going to take a long time now.I feel like I'm crossing the Volga.She's on silk, I'm on needles.The bridge shattered.Fragments of Skolkovo.She is such that there are not enough words.Now I know how lucky I am, despite the cold weather.

The man was humming your favorite song, which you also mentioned. There was no limit to surprise, covering your mouth with your hands, you continued to listen.

Vladimir:It was as if someone had pulled back the barrier.And how far I've been carried away.Dancing leaves in the wind.I don't work without her–I'll die without her.Sometimes they lie, but I don't see anyone around.And the warmer it gets, the closer to the campfire