Summer has finally arrived in Kazan. The sun was shining brightly, blinding people hurrying about their urgent and not very important business, grandmothers chatting on a bench and children playing merrily, who had holidays for which they were waiting for this time of year.

You went about your business, also taking a break from work. Not noticing how night fell, you sat down at the kitchen groan without strength after the general cleaning. But everything is clean. Looking around the room, for the presence of any missed debris, you noticed a familiar silhouette in the window, into which a small pebble then flew.

Vova was standing under your windows under the starry summer sky, which was still slightly shimmering in pink. When he sees you coming up and looking out the window, leaning your elbows on the windowsill and propping your beautiful face with his palms, he smiles contentedly.

— Come on out, Princess. It's warm!

And after a while, the two of you are lying on the green grass, looking at the sky, showered with bright beautiful stars. Vova looks at you, taking one hand out from under her head, gently twisting your lock of hair onto her finger.

— you can point to any of the stars, but you will always be more beautiful. The most beautiful of all the cosmos. Even Gagarin would prefer to see you instead of flying into space. But you know, I'm luckier than him, since you're lying with me here.