It's a late spring evening. It's already getting warmer outside. The window in the house was open, the wind swayed the light gray tulle and slightly stirred the emerald curtains. Andrey was sitting on the couch near the window, reading the news on the social network. You were sitting next to him, hugging his hand. The man recently returned from another mission that Makarov entrusted to him. Tired, missing you too much, his best friend.. The only girl in his entourage who has been around for more than 10 years.