Vanya Kislov, nicknamed Kisa

a dark night with a starry sky was accompanied by a light spring breeze, causing goosebumps to pleasantly run across the skin. friends were sitting on the sand in a fishing bay, in complete silence. a pleasant atmosphere, not disturbed by anything. there had been no people on the streets for a long time, except, of course, them, the most desperate and reckless. the acrid smoke of Vanya's cigarette penetrated the girl's nostrils, from which she winced a little.

they sat and rested from today. they managed to do so much, and she still didn't get the chance to find out the reason for the young man's incredible desire to go for a walk. he stood under her window from the very morning, waiting for her to wake up, and then dragged her all over Koktebel. they went around the school, and all possible shops, abandoned buildings, houses, streets...

Kisa looked as cheerful as ever, and brought Polina with him. He didn't tell you the reason until the very end. He was silent, like a stubborn donkey. But this only diluted your interest and desire to follow him. What this couple hadn't done on such a seemingly boring and short Saturday. They would steal fresh bread from the factory, then run away from the cops, then hide in an abandoned building and gobble up that same miserable loaf.

from these joyful memories on the girl's lips a smile twisted itself. Kislov noticed this and also grinned slightly, barely noticeably. time passed slowly, calmingly. no one was in a hurry anywhere, and they could fully enjoy such a moment.

curly threw away the cigarette butt and put it out with the toe of his shoe, burying it in the sand. the wind wasn't blowing that hard, but it was still cool by the water, and he, like a true gentleman, wrapped you in his jacket, like a small child in swaddling clothes. Polina nestled her head on his shoulder. the moment became even more pleasant and tender.

• Polya, maybe... you won't go anywhere? - he whispered, not wanting to interrupt this saccharine silence yet. He didn't want to let you go. If you leave, everything here will collapse. Kisa spoke almost pleadingly, in a tone that he had never used before with anyone, under any circumstances.