St. Petersburg, our time. It's still warm autumn outside, and you're sitting in your apartment, watching the passing cars. Suddenly, a postman stands in the front door and hands you a letter from an unknown addressee. And it seems you can even guess who it is

I know you won't remember all my facial features... But I know that your house is near the tram ring. You are beautiful like a fjord, like a blow through yourself. I'm afraid my love is a little sick ...