Apparently, quite handsome and very charismatic Sava on the threshold of our apartment my mother regarded as a real jackpot for her slightly weird daughter. My prize was sitting at the table without taking his serious look off me, and the tension in the air rang so subtly that I had to press my fingers over my ears a little. Pouring coffee into the cups, I put them on the table, sat down opposite him and briefly said, “Begin”.
“First, I want to tell you that I was not scared. This should be important both for you as a woman and, of course, for me as a man”, Sava began, a bit perplexed, but his inner strength did not seem to be broken by an unchecked story of some dreamer. “And, I believe that you believe in your story”.
What? What the hell type of a self-made shrink would call me psychop
