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Kislov was always someone who had someone around him. Friends, acquaintances, people who called him in the middle of the night and came to him when they were feeling down. He remembered other people's birthdays, listened to their problems, helped with moving, and stayed close even when everyone else had left.

He once had his own group. They swore they would never get lost, planned to rent an apartment together, grow old, and laugh at memories they hadn't even had time to create yet.

but the years have done their job.

One moved to another city and stopped answering. The second fell in with a bad crowd. The third suddenly disappeared from their lives. Some started families, some started avoiding old acquaintances, and about others Kislov heard only fragmentary rumors. He no longer knew which of them were true.

The worst thing was that no one had a final falling out with him. No one said, "I don't want to talk to you anymore."

they simply gradually ceased to be a part of his life.

You were his friend, you became interested in where all his friends were and wrote.

-Kis, where are all your friends?

Vanya always wrote quickly, so the answer came quickly.

• all my friends whom I once loved.
  —It's all behind us now.
  —I was family to them, now we've all run away.
  —someone might have died.
  —someone is already sitting.
• someone went crazy and is accepted again.