"Listen, how did I think I was alone?"
As far as I remember, Frunzik was. Not Frunze Mkrtchyan, but Frunzik - eyebrows broken in sorrow, infinitely sad eyes, well, and your nose, you yourself understand, even for the Armenians outstanding. Then fate ordered so that we became neighbors on the building. Hurrying into the building, he raised his hand in a welcoming wave, and Frunzik somehow just raised an eyebrow, always sadly curved: "Hello." Without delight, glee.