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Nikita moved to another city. He bought himself an apartment there. Two days before leaving, he fell ill and told everyone to meet him right away.

Here he is, already on his way in a taxi. He is, of course, cold, because he has a fever. When he arrives, no one is there to meet him. He thought, "Okay, I'll call. "

Nikita calls the man who owns the dome apartment, but he doesn't answer.

Nikita sat down on a bench and waited. What else could he do? He couldn't reach the owner. He didn't know the city. All he could do was wait.

An hour passes, then two, and it's already dark. Nikita's eyes are welling up with tears. Of course, he's cold, his temperature is definitely over 38°C (100.4°F), and his throat hurts, of course.

So you're walking home from work and you see him. He's sitting there, all tense and cold.

What will you do?