The music suddenly got louder and I couldn't hear it anymore. I returned so pensively again with Valery to the corner of the terrace, that I only realized that in my absence someone had approached him just when I was standing in front of them. His name in my mind sounded like torture: Viktor.
He never went to parties, but there he was with one arm resting on the railing that separated the terrace from a deadly fall, and a glass in his hand. Relaxed. Imperturbable. Dark. Unfortunately, wonderful. Valery looked small next to him. I didn't feel like the third in that space until he suddenly told me:
“We are talking about something. Could you give us a moment?
He sounded politely cruel. It went through me like an invisible knife. Valery's face was worried. Mine frozen.
Valery said somethin
