12.03.2026, 7:00
Everything was saturated with peace and tranquility. No premonitions. No omens. Just another evening on the roof of the world. The bus was scheduled to return in three days. They had exactly three days of absolute, ringing freedom. Polina smiled at her own thoughts. Here, beneath this improbably starry sky, her own life in Moscow — the divorce, the job, the lonely evenings — seemed distant and entirely inconsequential
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