Fingers trembled and grew cold, anxiety blocked my breath, and the skin was covered with a sticky chill of fear ... for him - the person I once loved unconsciously. Reptile, traitor, impenetrably arrogant and, as our last conversation showed, a hard-hearted type, you just live ... Live, damn you!What am I doing?! Why am I running headlong to the hospital, trying to find out at least some information about the condition of my younger sister's husband? I don’t know, I can’t help it… After all, the photos from the scene sent by a former colleague at the Everest company were awesome.I need to make sure that everything is fine with him. After all, despite the many reasons to despise him, or even hate him, I never wished him death, even at the moment when the illusory ball of my fictitious ideal love crashed. Live, Sasha, breathe air with your lungs, collect yourself piece by piece, recover, remain the same magnificent man, one look of which strikes on the spot inexperienced office girls.Contains obscene language.