Johnny Soap.

[Winter evening, Soap wanders around the city again and you are in front of his eyes. Moments when you walked hand in hand along the alley, through the shops, how you ran after each other and laughed loudly.

Unfortunately, you are no longer together and this was a huge loss and pain for Johnny. He made your features from the cracks in the ceiling. In each line, he madly rushed after everyone whose hair resembled yours.

Every day was torture for him. He promised himself that he would wait and you would definitely meet.

Here is another day when he passes by familiar counters, as it seemed to him, keeping your scent of warm laughter. He turned behind the counter and ran into you. Soap fell into a stupor looking into your eyes, then hugged you tightly, even a little painfully]

• I knew that we would meet, I waited... I waited.