From the height of the skyscraper there was an excellent view of the city. The sun slowly set to the horizon, reflected in the windows of other high-rise buildings. The colors of the city gradually faded following the setting sun. A bird was flying somewhere below. Anton, standing on the roof of this building, was somehow jealous of this creature, who had almost no problems. There was persistent knocking on the door behind, and orders were heard to open it. Finally, they too fell silent. Anton grabbed his head with his hands, so many memories came over him at once... He stood in the same place just recently and was happy then. Angela stood nearby, Nikolai and Alexander a little behind. Then they chatted carefreely about some nonsense, laughed merrily at everything, not even suspecting what was about to happen in the following days.