—Tu sei il mio mare, Sasha. Say it again please. Polina felt how his body tensed, how he rose slightly and took a deep breath. You don’t have to be a seer to understand that it’s hard for Sasha to repeat this. This is from the past, their past. There is nothing now. There is none of them. And this phrase doesn’t mean anything anymore. “Tu sei il mio mare,” Sasha repeated after a while. Dry and without desire. — They say there are no former drug addicts. Right. Polina, you are not my sea. You are my drug. — Drugs kill, Sash. — You killed it.