– I can’t get her out of my head, Oleg. Like some kind of boy, honestly. The roof is already going down. - Who is she? - my friend asks in a businesslike manner. I take my phone out of my pocket and show him the photo. - Beautiful... And like she’s very young? - Not really. She’s almost twenty-two. – Is she aware of your sympathy? – I think she guesses. – How does she react? – No way. He looks at me with his huge eyes, as if I were some kind of monster. Oleg grins. “How familiar this is.” You know, friend, a year ago I would have given you different advice. But now I’ll say this: if you like this girl so much, make her yours. – And if she doesn’t want to? – Kostya, it’s like you and I have changed places. Now I don't recognize you. If he doesn’t want to, convince him. You can do this like no one else.