For my friends I am Sasha. For my mother - Sashenka. Alexandra Vadimovna - for my beloved 1st "A" and for that asshole neighbor who lives in the apartment right below me and never holds the elevator door for me. Oh, and I managed to settle in this very entrance! Or did it happen to him? But it doesn’t matter. I don’t know what he does, who he works with, who he spends his free time with. But I know how the air heated by the summer sun sparkles when he steps over the threshold of my apartment and presses his whole body into the freshly plastered wall. “Take off your clothes,” he whispers through his teeth, and I forget that just a minute ago I wanted to flood his apartment with hot water... Or something else. Is it too late to add some heat to our relationship?