In the photo - Anya, my neighbor, with whom we spent the winter 2020 and spring 2021 in her godmother's apartment in St. Petersburg. Having almost no acquaintances in the new city and no further plans for the time of my stay in that city, I felt lost and empty. Anya, seeing me for the second time in her life and knowing that soon I would have had difficulties with housing, invited me to live with her. We sang songs, sculpted from clay, watched films and talked until morning in the kitchen. After my return to my hometown, our communication and friendship was interrupted.