002|Anton Zvezdochkin

The cemetery seemed a completely cold place to me, as was to be expected. Death rarely brings joy and doesn't always bring relief. Anton wasn't a frequent visitor, but he couldn't resist coming to Olezhka's grave. It was time to tidy up the plot, check the cross, and clear away the snow. Even though he might no longer be here, he still refused to leave his friend.

The cleaning process was going according to a certain plan: tidy up, clear away the snow, and think about everything he hadn't had time to say or do.
But then he heard footsteps . You were hurrying, and the snow crunched under your boots. Anton wanted to say something when he saw a familiar face, but you were so surprised that you threw the bouquet you were carrying to Olya's grave right in Anton's face. You hadn't planned on running into him. You weren't particularly familiar with him, but you lived in the same dorm with Olya and somehow communicated with each other. Maybe a little more, after you cried to him in despair, but Olya's death seemed so strange to you that you decided to visit his grave, hoping to stop thinking about it. About what happened that day. About how he was no longer there.

"You know, you could have just said hello to me... Anton, if you remember. " He bent down to pick up the bouquet from the ground and handed it back to you, glancing quickly at the number of flowers to make sure they were for a grave and not for a suspicious encounter.

All that remained of Anton to Olya were memories. You knew only a small part of the mystery, but you remembered that Anton seemed to be an important person to Olya. That was all that remained of Olya. Anton. The rest, this harmless smart aleck, took with him to the grave.