Всё начинается с чьей-либо мечты
second day of hard work.
no parties, no alcohol, almost no food and cigarettes, almost no jared.
and a call to a russian friend concerning the whole staying here idea.
'what is that all about?', lesha burst out, 'are you insane? what is that supposed to mean? you give your child a weird name nobody's ever heard of and what? in twenty something years you're all gone? to different parts of the earth?
i laughed and asked, 'you mean my parents?'.
'yeah! and your sister! i remember our evenings with cognac and all of them. i miss that. and where're you all now?'.
'strange as it may seem at the same continent actually', i replied.
'yeah. does it make you feel better and closer to each other?', he asked.
'not really', i had to admit.
'exactly', he said contentedly.
'hey! are you gonna be supportive in any way?!', i exclaimed.
'sure! once you're back', he answered serenely.
'you're not helping', i gave up.
'i do my best', he added.
yeah, sure.

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