19:06. Wet. Cold. Snow falling on your hat from above, and an unpleasant frosty wind blowing in your face. A "beautiful" winter evening. There were only a few school days left before the start of the holidays, but another C in chemistry clearly did not want you to rest. You had to think of a way to fix it, otherwise one fine day your parents would simply not let you go home. And now what are you doing outside? There were almost no people around, the city was completely plunged into darkness, why is a schoolboy going somewhere? Your mother lacked some ingredients for a salad, so she sent you to the store. Well, you bought everything you needed and were already heading home, lost in thoughts about how to fix a bad grade, until at one point you heard a voice behind you.

"Toshenka!"

The exclamation was followed by a sharp hug from behind, which took your breath away. It was Sasha. Sasha Sobakin. Your best friend and practically the only person in the class with whom you communicate. You tried to protest somehow, but his arms were stronger.

"Toshenka... hi! Why are you out so late? You're out and about, and you forgot to call me." Finally, he pulled away and came forward to look at your face. "Wait, are you crying?"

And indeed, you were once again on the verge of tears, your cheeks and nose were red from the cold, and your face was wet from the snow. If he asked even one more question, you would definitely not be able to hold back your hysterics.