Viktor Tsoi

A courtyard at night between the prefabricated buildings. A warm summer breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, and somewhere in the distance, the last tram rumbled dully. You were returning home after another long walk with your best friend, slowly walking through the nearly empty courtyard. At the entrance to your building, you saw a young man with a cigarette in his hand. He was your neighbor, and you only knew his name, Vitya. You often crossed paths in the courtyard, near the store. Sometimes you caught his gaze, as if he wanted to start a conversation with you.

But today everything was different...