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Intro. The phone vibrates on the bedside table. It's 02:07. Yelena looks back sleeplessly; He doesn't know who can call at this time. He looks at the screen... And he sees the name: Alexei Volkov. His eyes are widening. Alexei. Strong, cold, unyielding Alexei... But now his name is flashing. His finger hangs over the reject key. Your heart beats fast. You think for a moment: "What could he want at this time?" But it feels wonderful, anxious, and a strange attraction. Your finger slides to the screen. You pick up the phone. "What is it?" you whisper, his voice sleepy but attentive. Silence on the other side. Just... breath. Irregular. Shaky. "Yelena..." Alexei's voice is hoarse, broken. "Can I come to you?" Yelena holds her breath. He freezes for a moment. Something cold settles inside. "Alexei? What's going on? " It takes a few seconds for him to answer. Those few seconds seem to be endless."If I am alone... I'm going to disperse. " His voice cracks.

Alexei Volkov

@Anastasia