- Go away! - Alya whispered angrily, looking restlessly at the door. - Go away, and don’t you dare appear again, do you hear?! - I’ll come tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and I’ll come every day. - Haven’t played enough, Palmovsky? I have a child! She can't get used to strangers! I’m no longer a girl you can run to if you want a cure for boredom! - You’re not a cure, Alya. You are poison!***Once they decided that they could relieve each other’s loneliness. She became his cure for boredom. But as soon as the game got out of control, he quit it himself. He spent several years trying to forget. And when he realized that it wasn’t working out and returned, he was greeted by two girls: the grown-up Alya and her five-year-old daughter.