Limping, I walked across the room and tripped over to the curtains. It turned out that their thickness plunged the room into complete darkness. Outside the window was not an ordinary courtyard at all, but all of Moscow in the palm of my hand! I instantly realized that all the horror was not a dream, but a reality!

Forgetting all my desires, I headed towards the exit. I wondered where I had lost my bag. There should have been a cell phone in it. Maybe Alex called. I didn't want to talk to him, but it would be nice to look at the "missed" one: after all, it's not easy to fall out of love with a person and forget him.

“Awake?”

Andrew met me immediately as I left the room. He was wearing casual pants and a T-shirt and looked great. But can only imagine how I looked!

“Can I use the restroom?” I asked cautiously.

"And calmed down at the same time. Sure, come on in."

"Where's my bag?" I ventured to ask.

Andrew looked around in confusion, obviously trying to remember if he'd seen it. I exhaled dolefully and went into the bathroom. Today isn't my day: I lost my boyfriend, lost my bag, and in it, by the way, my documents! I can envision the challenge now! I'll have to run to the police, pay a fine, sign up at the MFC and manage to get there. And also SNILS, policy, travel card, cards! The telephone is gone too! And to top it all off, I looked like an avant-garde painting! Mascara managed to smudge, and in some places even mixed with lipstick.

I washed my face, took off the other stocking and threw it in the trash. The best thing for me to do now was to go home. But how? The money's in my bag, but it's nowhere to be found. There was some change in my coat pocket, though. It should be enough for the subway. If only it worked! I need to ask the landlord the address of his apartment and how far it is from the subway. Having made up my mind, I went to look for him. Or rather, to the sounds.

I found Andrew in the kitchen. Listening to a muffled jazz tune, he was cutting something.

"What time is it?" I asked him.

"Two in the morning," he answered, pointing behind me.

I turned around and saw the clock on the wall. I sat down on a high chair, right in front of Andrew.

"You're prettier without makeup," he said.

"Yeah, I saw myself in the mirror before I washed my face."

“I saw you before the smeared makeup. Sorry, but I couldn't find your bag.”

Compliment, though! That's very supportive!

“I want to go home. I just don't know the address.”

I was going to say I'd call a cab, but then I remembered my phone. Although there's some change in my coat pocket, it should be enough for the subway.

"Stay until morning, I'll drive you myself."

"I can't now, I've had a few drinks and I can't drive."

"Can I stay until morning?" I sneered.

"You can stay until the next night," I was graciously allowed.

I hummed, showing my attitude towards what was happening.

Diana broke off the engagement. Her father is my father's partner. I was asked to rid the girl of an alfonso…" At this point I burst out, clenching my fists in anger, and he continued, ignoring my indignation: "Before that, Alex was courting the chief accountant. She is a prominent woman, but more than ten years older than him.

"I'm glad you're happy with what happened," I said.

"Don't be angry, just think how fortunate everything turned out for you. Eat."

Andrew put a plate of meat, cheese, and vegetables in front of me and added a glass of wine to it. I looked at him suspiciously: what else he had mixed in....

“Drink calmly. With whiskey, it really turned out stupid. Hera told me that you already have nervous stress, and here you have a whiskey. Now you’ve slept, calmed down a little, but it’s still better to eat first.”