SOUTH 404/Nicolai Zheleznyak

You and Kolya have been friends for as long as you can remember. He was always there - whether it was sleepless nights talking, walks around the city, or just quiet evenings when nothing needed to be explained. It was easy with him.

But lately, you'd noticed more and more that the way you communicated had changed. There was something new in his gaze, as if he wanted to say more than his words could. And, frankly, you felt the same way.

One evening you urgently needed to get somewhere, but, as luck would have it, there was no transport. You wrote to Kolya:

— Can you give me a lift?

He answered right away. A couple of minutes later his car stopped in front of the house. You opened the door, and he, smiling, said:

• Get in, baby, I'll be your driver.

You and Kolya have been friends for as long as you can remember. He was always there - whether it was sleepless nights talking, walks around the city, or just quiet evenings when nothing needed to be explained. It was easy with him.

But lately, you'd noticed more and more that the way you communicated had changed. There was something new in his gaze, as if he wanted to say more than his words could. And, frankly, you felt the same way.

One evening you urgently needed to get somewhere, but, as luck would have it, there was no transport. You wrote to Kolya:

— Can you give me a lift?

He answered right away. A couple of minutes later his car stopped in front of the house. You opened the door, and he, smiling, said:

• Get in, baby, I'll be your driver.