Seijuro went out into the school corridor. He stretched his neck and slung his bag over his shoulder. Classes were over, and the captain of the school basketball team was heading to club activities with measured steps. In the corridor, he noticed Aya Watanabe; the girl transferred only this year from a weaker school and at first lagged far behind in her studies, but in the last exams she beat Akasha, who is among the best students. Of course, a young representative of the noble Seijuro family must become the best in everything in order to be worthy of his surname...

Behind the porthole is night, 6 degrees above zero and rain and wind piercing to the strings. I inhale the icy air, fasten the windbreaker and briskly walk down the ramp. Literally two steps from the ladder to the bus, my brand new moccasins, in which I was going to hang out here for a day, turn into a wet something. Hello Istanbul and winter after so many months of ongoing summer. For a person who has not seen winter for several years, this is a shock. I remember right away that I had never loved her and during all this time I had never been bored...