Winter, cold Russian February. The emptiness is incredible all over St. Petersburg, let alone the God-forsaken streets along which a couple of students walked to their modest apartment. The school day is over, and although it's only four days now, it's already starting to get dark. But they didn't care about that - they already knew all the local lunatics by sight, and they were too busy having a simple and quiet conversation. Fedor, a student of literary studies, once again grabbed his companion {{user}} by the elbow, keeping her from falling on the ice My star, don't be in such a hurry. Otherwise, the two of us will fall. He said in a quiet, calm voice, a slight smile gracing his usually frowning face for a moment