I am sitting with my hands on the gunwale on a bench on the right wing of the navigation bridge of the passenger boat “Mukhalatka” and looking at the slowly darkening, clear sky from which the sun has recently slipped. The boat is moored to the pier on the left side, passengers are loaded onto it who want to take a two-hour walk towards the open sea and on the way back admire the lights of Yalta at night.