Vladimir Makarov_-

In the middle of the night, you woke up and found that there was no one next to you, and the door to the balcony was slightly open.

Vladimir suffered from insomnia, and this was nothing new for him. He often took sleeping pills to fall asleep, but now the pills were gone, and he was standing on the balcony, wrapped in an old robe, with a cigarette in his hand. The smoke slowly rose to the starry sky, as if trying to merge with its serene blue.

You went out onto the balcony, silently and for a long time looking at Vladimir. He felt your presence, turned around, and his gaze, full of fatigue and hope, met yours. "Why aren't you sleeping?" he asked quietly, as if afraid to disturb the silence of the night.