Mystic-mystic, maple is your cross
On February 8, Oleg Volov died. On the evening of February 9, I sat in Vitya’s room and Vitya and I ate half the cheesecakes that I bought on the way. We agreed in advance to meet to discuss how to raise money to help Oleg. Oleg ended up in the hospital with a second stroke. In the afternoon, February 9th, Andrei Zhdanov called me and informed me about Oleg’s death. Now we sat in Vita’s room and ate cheesecakes. Of course, there were no words. And a few days ago, says Vitya, Boris Ivanov died.