About the book: year / Accompanyer He left the house, loudly slamming the door. He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, tried to light one and dropped it - his hands were shaking from nerves. Cursing under his breath, he took out the second one. This time the attempt was successful: the tiny spark at the end of the cigarette flared up brighter and turned crimson-red. He greedily took a deep drag, then another, and blew the smoke into the sky. What the hell, exactly?! What does she even think about herself? He pretends to be God knows what, although in essence... But what in essence? A person just wants to be happy. Yeah, and that’s why you need to get on your neighbor’s nerves? A strange path to finding happiness. Why should he step over himself, always make all sorts of concessions, destroying himself as a person? It’s okay, let her go crazy, it’s her right. But only without him! At least a couple of days should be more than enough for her to calm down, comprehend what is happening and understand that you cannot break a person by completely adjusting him to yourself. True, I didn’t really believe it. But maybe later we’ll still be able to talk calmly.