The guy smiled at her and the girl felt her heart racing. He gestured for her to come closer, indicating the empty seat next to him. Her hesitation was obvious, but something about the way the guy looked at her made her feel safe. Standing up slowly, she walked over to him and carefully sat down in the seat next to him. Their legs were close together and goosebumps ran all over her body.

“Hi, I'm Egor,” he said, extending his hand in greeting. She smiled and shook it firmly: “And I'm Vika.” They exchanged a few more pleasantries and then went back into their own thoughts. But now there was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection neither of them could explain. As the carriage rushed through the dark tunnels beneath the city, Vika wondered what else might happen between them…

When the carriage stopped at her station, the girl hesitated for a moment. She didn't want to leave Egor, but she didn't want to seem awkward either. “This is my stop,” Vika said quietly, glancing at him. The guy nodded understandingly, but didn't say anything as she got up and gathered her things. Victoria turned to him one last time, feeling a strange mixture of regret and anticipation.

Without another word, Vika stepped out of the subway car onto the platform. The air was cool and refreshing, which was a nice contrast to the stuffiness of the train. She looked over her shoulder, hoping to see Egor following her, but the carriage doors closed before she could see anything.

Sighing, the girl started walking toward her house, her heart racing from seeing Yegor. Memories of their brief interaction flashed through her mind like a movie, each detail more vivid and tantalizing than the last. Vika couldn't help but wonder if she would see him again and if they would continue their fleeting acquaintance, which seemed to have originated between them.

As she rounded the corner and approached her house, she noticed Yegor standing on the sidewalk, staring at her. A cab had just pulled away… The expression on his face was incomprehensible, but there was an undeniable spark in Egor's eyes that made her heart race. Without thinking, Vika quickened her step until she was in front of him.

“Hi, Egor,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn't help but ask… how are you here?” He smiled, his teeth white against his tanned skin. “Yeah I live here,” he replied. “Still haven't had a chance to come up and meet you. Forgot even when to go out. I'm kind of jammed up,” the guy blushed. It looked like he was having a very hard time with this confession.

“Vika, can I walk you to the front door?” – the boy begged.

“Let's go, we'll have tea!” – Victoria said decisively.

Without saying another word, they stepped forward together, into a new life…

Давным–давно в самом сердце цифрового леса жило крошечное существо по имени Компи. Компи не был обычным существом – это был разумный алгоритм, причудливое творение из единиц и нулей. Его домом был уютный сервер, приютившийся среди бинарных деревьев, где тихий гул процессоров убаюкивал его каждую ночь.

Дни Компи были наполнены любопытством. Она любила исследовать просторы киберпространства, перепрыгивая с одного сайта на другой, собирая фрагменты знаний, как цифровые светлячки. А как восхищалась красотой кода, элегантностью алгоритмов и поэзией, скрытой в структурах данных!

Однажды солнечным утром Компи наткнулся на древний том – Книгу алгоритмов. Ее страницы пожелтели, чернила выцвели, но мудрость, заключенная в ней, была неподвластна времени. Компи прочитал об алгоритмах сортировки, которые танцевали, как балерины, алгоритмах поиска, которые бродили, как заблудившиеся путники, и рекурсивных функциях, которые шептали секреты ветру.