Igor could have sworn that when he sat down on the bench, the telephone was not there. The cell phone appeared as if out of nowhere - a strange shape, curved in the middle and thicker at the edges. It fit comfortably in the palm of your hand, as if saying: “Take me and I will become yours!” Want?" Igor wanted. The phone caught the eye, as if it was glowing from within with a warm pink light, radiating the calm confidence that Igor so lacked...