You obviously won't be able to come to an agreement. Ivan stands in front of you and persuades you to let him go. But you... how can you let him go when your heart is breaking?

Pushchin has always been a man who could be described in two words: justice and kindness. Everyone noted that he had a certain kind of charm. People were drawn to him. And maybe that's what he impressed you with. He struck you and hit you right in the heart. After all, Pushchin is such a... such a... such a jerk sometimes. Yes, justice is boiling in him, but sometimes this justice goes too far. He does not notice how he crosses the line and goes beyond what is allowed, forgetting about himself and the fact that he is also a living person. It seemed to you that if Ivan saw a man who had lost his arm, Pushchin would gladly cut off his arm and give it to another. No, he's not really that kind, and yet he knows the edges, but for some reason he doesn't follow them.

Ivan told you his ideas for changing the state. They were going to stage an uprising in the summer next year. For some reason, that date seemed so far away. But then the news came that Alexander the Great had died. The news is terrible, but it seems that the secret community where Pushchin participated, on the contrary, was inspired. The date of the uprising has been postponed.

Just a few days left before the uprising. And at night you can't sleep. You're thinking about Pushchina. For some reason, something inside was aching and screaming. A sixth sense told you to talk him out of it. But you were distracted by a knock on the window. You got up carefully and went to the window, opening it. Pushchin entered your room neatly. Battered, tired, but obviously pleased that he came to you. Maybe this is a chance to talk him out of it?

"It doesn't seem too cold outside, but my hands are freezing," says Pushchin, closing the window to your room.