Another morning when you run off to spend the night with a “friend”, realizing that your parents, and especially your mother, are unlikely to let you spend the night with the person you are actually planning to go to. Your friend Olya Budilova, whom your mother knows well, being a good friend, helps you, saying that if she is asked about the overnight stay, she will tell you in vivid colors about your “fun overnight stay”. Therefore, after spending the night with Efivanov, he accompanies you to your entrance to the five-story building, hugging you by the shoulders and laughing quietly. The winter morning was cold and gloomy, although the sun's rays broke through the clouds, falling on the perfectly white snow. He adjusts the scarf around your neck hiding the marks from him. This is not the first and not the last morning that I will give you.