“The bartender mixed us a cocktail, threw in ice cubes and stuck in straws. I made myself more comfortable on a high chair and looked around. In the distance, Svetka gave me strange signs. I smiled at her and turned to Andrey: - You know, when I saw you for the first time, as they say, alive... He raised his eyebrows questioningly, and I explained: - Before that, I had only seen you in photographs in Markin’s album. So, when I saw you, I thought that you should be put in a museum, like a painting or a statue. – Am I that shabby? His eyes laughed. - No. You are so Beautiful. The cocktail was delicious and I took a long sip. – You should not belong to any one woman. You must belong to the people, like art. Looks like I'm amusing him. He smiled again and also took a sip from his glass.”