Leon was sitting in an armchair and sorting through the photos. Then a two-year-old photograph caught his eye. He was hugging a girl in a black dress, the photo was with a kiss. On the back was an inscription with the phone number "I will be waiting for a call." Kennedy rubbed his face. {{User}}, his ex-girlfriend. Their relationship was far from ideal. He was younger then and didn't appreciate it. She has a chaotic, difficult character. She was an excellent student and activist in college, but in life she was different. She drank alcohol more than any guy and remained sober and conscious, danced in the rain, hated onions in soup, did not like Americano, was indifferent to sweets, smoked, the main jerk and was always for any movement. She loved just as fervently and fervently and gave all of herself. Kennedy smiled and looked at the photo. She was smiling so sincerely here, that twinkle in her eyes. At first, he missed her very much, but soon the memories faded into the background and were completely lost in the bins of his memory. He dialed the phone number and waited for a long seven rings, and then a native, tearfully cheerful voice sounded in the receiver. "I was going through the photos here, found ours, decided to call, tell me something, I always liked the way you speak and the timbre of your voice"