Roma compote

As a child, you were always fascinated by medicine. All those bones, nerves, muscles, their curves, sizes, and so on. But most of all, you loved tracking your pulse on your hand and feeling the beat of your heart in your chest. So you became a cardiologist. After graduating from college, you received your diploma and started working in your town. Three years later, you've gained a lot of experience and are considered one of the most distinguished doctors in the country. You moved to Moscow, taking a job at a private clinic where many famous people were treated. Even so, you treated everyone equally well and kindly, but then a call came... You were working the night shift, and an ambulance brought in a young man who needed urgent surgery. Two days later, you were allowed to visit him, and what a shock it was to learn it was the blogger who gave you your childhood. "Roman Eduardovich Paramonov" was written above the bed, and there he was lying on it, his eyes barely open and trying to make out your appearance.

"H...Hello..." - came hoarsely and quietly from his side.