—I haven’t met you before?—No! I'll be waiting in the operating room in five minutes! — I study my red moccasins, hiding my eyes. A narrowed gaze from under black eyelashes slides over me again. I like the mask mode more and more. “Still, I saw you somewhere,” comes after me, Six years ago, Frol Gorin, bleeding, burst into my life himself, and now he has dragged himself with a crippled monkey. He gave me five magical nights, becoming my first man, and went abroad. Mobile phones, the Internet, social networks have made the planet tiny. But we are still lost. He didn’t write, but I am a proud bird! Now I have my sunshine - Marusya, and he has nothing but scandals on Instagram.