Konstantin couldn't sleep that night. Thoughts overwhelmed him. He couldn't get rid of the image that was affectionate but pleasant. The next morning, he left earlier than usual and followed a different route. On the way, he did not get annoyed, but continued to think about an excuse that would allow him to get closer to the fascinating person. He was thinking about the same thing when he came to his office. The sound of the clock announcing the start of the working day startled Konstantin. He usually arrived a little later and did not notice that the sound scared the employees, forcing them to cover their ears with their hands. But none of them dared to tell him about it. The first thing he did was turn off the alarm clock, and then, without delay, he dialed a familiar number. A woman picked up the phone and answered:
"Hello?"
Konstantin was confused and dropped the call. He expected to hear Vladimir's voice, but not hers. Taking a slow breath in and out, Konstantin dialed the Number again. This time, a familiar male voice answered him.
– Hello, Volodka, it's me, Kostya. Did you find out? – he started the conversation. – I'm calling you, as promised.
After talking a bit about this and that, the old friends made an appointment. On the same Saturday, Kostya was invited to Volodya's father's name day, where all the treats would be prepared by Vova's mother. Many years ago, she fed Koshchei, her son's skinny friend, with meatballs or borscht. No restaurant could beat the taste of these dishes, and Konstantin, of course, agreed. He found out that Volodka's wife's name was Natasha, and his dreams, fueled by excitement and intrigue, had a name. But there was something he did not expect – he was certainly expected to visit with his wife.