The spring coolness reached Nadezhda from the open balcony with a sharp gust of wind. The girl got out of bed and went out onto the balcony. I walked closer to her. Nadezhda’s gaze and actions were empty and expressionless, as if all that was left of her friend was just her bodily shell. Her lips moved incessantly, as if in delirium, but it was impossible to hear anything.