“Varvara flew to London first class. There was not a single free seat in the cabin and she had to breathe in disgusting cologne for several hours, mixed with the smell of someone else's male body. The spicy, sweet smell made me dizzy and slightly nauseous. Bad luck, bad luck. The woman involuntarily winced and turned her gaze to the snow-white clouds floating outside the porthole window. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. You need to think about something pleasant, put a smile on your face and believe that everything is fine. In response, the world will definitely shine with new colors...”