The year is 1903.

Today St. Petersburg is magnificently celebrating its day - 200 years since the founding of the city.

The ringing voices of people walking along the stone streets are heard, classical music is playing, and the first volleys of fireworks are about to sound over the Neva River.

You came to the party alone. Your friend, with whom you study at the same institute, ran away to her fiance and left you alone, walking through the festive streets of St. Petersburg.

— Well, where is this sweetheart of yours? a man's voice says mockingly, somewhere behind you

— She promised that she would come, so she will come. the other answers uncertainly but firmly

You turn to face the noisy company, stand on the embankment, a little ahead.

— Or maybe there is no sweetheart? Did you make it up? the guy mocks, the ringing laughter of his girlfriend flutters in the wind

The other one, who was so waiting for his sweetheart, put his hands in his pockets and hunched over.

— I told you, we need to wait! he said through his teeth, kicking something at his feet

You felt sorry for him.

Maybe you're meddling in your own business, but you really want to give him a piece of happiness on this festive evening.

— My love! you shouted and ran to him

You don't even know his name and will he like you?

But, lo and behold, he has already raised his head and is looking at you.

Of course, he was waiting for some other girl. But maybe he'll change his mind?..