Sasha Kostrov

Sasha emerged from the base, looking around. The evening air was cool, scented with pine needles and damp earth. The sun was already setting, painting the sky crimson and gold, but beneath the dense canopy of trees, twilight reigned. A girl sat three meters away, in the shade, beneath the spreading spruce trees. Her silhouette was barely visible, but Sasha recognized her immediately.

"Did something happen? You said urgently." Kostrov was slightly surprised, his voice sounding a little tense. He'd expected anything but this quiet, almost ghostly meeting.

—I missed you.

Sasha raised an eyebrow.

"Really? You?" His voice was tinged with disbelief, mixed with a hint of irony.

"Especially since you said you couldn't leave the sports base, so you came here yourself." She said this with a slight mockery,