- Angie, if we get caught, I'm gonna run away and tell you what's wrong.
- Stop whining and look for it.
We are talking in whispering, with a flashlight, in a dusty library. We look like either archeologists or robbers. This place has been considered an archive since 2015, 65 years have passed, and I am sure that the answers to my questions are kept here.
- How did you get the key?
I sigh, if there was a contest among naive people, Yulia would take first place.
- She persuaded our teacher, she hasn't been breathing evenly to me for a year.
We hear footsteps in the hallway, froze and do not move. There are more, apparently, men and women.
- Igor Ignatyevich, why don't we just burn these books?
It is not clear, but the words can be understood.
- Because if the commission comes...
Then he whispers, my ears are tense as never before.
- ...the word "love" is depreciated, and this feeling is not relevant. We must not allow...
It's a good thing she's talking louder, listening, not talking like guerrillas.
- I don't want to hear anything, I am responsible for our school and I don't want any problems with fines.
Their argument ends there, I understand that I learned only one thing: love is a feeling. Beautiful.
- Okay, let's go, or suddenly they will come back here.
Yulia sighs lightly and we leave the crime scene on tiptoes.
- Yulia, of course, you and I are just going to go on a reconnaissance trip.
- And I liked it, what is our next plan?
Laughing, jokingly pushing her into her shoulder, she pushes me until I get home.
Lying on the bed, looking at that little postcard, as they do when checking paper money. I look at the picture again, I'm hurting my face in the pillow. Lisa hasn't answered my question in these couple of days, today is her last visit to us. I have to think of something.
- Lisa, you owe me something.
When I go down the stairs like a countess, I see her stunned at me. I came up, stroked Hindi, and continued quietly.
- If you don't want me to answer my question, I'll have to pay something else.
I'm smiling cunningly, I don't know what she thought, though I do, judging by her red face.
- Teach me how to drive.
She even took her glasses off from her confusion.
- Why?
- I just want to. Please.
Doesn't my charm work on her?
We are going outside the city, where traffic on the road is moderate. I am all excited, and Lisa is worried as a schoolgirl.
- I haven't taught anyone to drive yet, so be ready if I fight.
I nod, I'll still ask her for an explanation, otherwise I'll die of curiosity and ask her to put that envelope in my coffin in advance, maybe even in the other world I'll find out everything.
- In general, I don't trust you to pedal yet, so I will drive and you will get settled... Um, between my legs.
- Whatever you say.
I move clumsily towards her, sit down... Unusual feelings...
Starts the car, I start driving, but it's sharp and rude. He covers my hands with his...
- Look, you gotta take it easy, take your time.
Her voice is somewhere in the back of the head - and I get goosebumps all over my body. What is it, then?
- Don't worry, you can do it.
I'm trying to concentrate on the road, but it's so hard when it's so close to me. Her legs touch my legs, her breath tickles my neck... And the pose itself is too intimate.
- Do you mind?
Hugs me, hands in the waist area, presses me against him. I was electrocuted. She just chained me to herself, leaving only my hands free.
- I was only for... - I whispered with a hoarse voice and felt her shudder.
- Do you still want to know the answer?
Covering my eyes, trying to breathe smoothly.
- I don't know.
Now I care about other questions.
- Angie, I loved you. But I don't even want to hear that word anymore.
After these words he takes his hands off and presses the brakes.
- That's enough for today.
I can't move as if someone glued me to this seat, to it...
I don't know how, but I'm making myself crawl into the next seat. We both look forward like fools and keep silent. It's horrible, just like that, to keep quiet in silence, not knowing how to behave.
I don't even remember her bringing me home because we didn't talk about anything. I lost my sense of reality as if something new was born in me, which fills me with a feeling of happiness and sadness at the same time...
- Angelle, are you all right?
Oh, yeah, I'm sitting at the table, and my mother is waiting for me.
- No, why?
- You're thinking about it and don't eat anything.
I look at the plate and I understand that it is empty. Grisha looks at me and smiles a little.
- I'm not hungry, I'm going to bed, I'm tired.
I can't think of a smarter reason, though it's only 7:00 p.m. My mother is suspiciously seeing me off with her eyes until I go upstairs.
