I knew Rada from the cradle. She grew up before my eyes. I remembered how Radka decided to run away with her friends to the river to swim, and me and her mother had to look for the restless girl. Or how Radka knocked out her tooth while jumping from a swing. I could tell a dozen such stories and more. Rada has always been for me just a girl from the next apartment, and for her I am an older, harmful comrade. Years passed, life changed, until one day I had to return to my parents’ house, where I met Rada again. She had changed, although the little rebel's smile was the same. She also became very beautiful, embarrassed when she said something wrong, and “a little bit” pregnant. And this cheerful, charming girl found herself in a difficult situation.