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Doremi, of course, had his own oddities, but this did not compare with his merits. Therefore, I did not complain. If he wanted me to be in the Aquarium, well, so be it!

As soon as I gathered my hair in a bun, the phone vibrated:

В«Why didn't you call back yesterday?В» Eva asked, trying to sound serious, but I felt she was smiling.

В«Well, I'm sorry. I got nervous. That damn plane barely landed on the second attempt,В» I replied.

В«Typical you! Flew somewhere again. Where are you this time?В»

В«I'm in Dubrovnik! Didn't I tell you? Well this was my dream since last year!В» I exclaimed.

В«Don't forget to bring me a magnet! When are you going back?В» My sister asked.

«I'm planning to go to Spain for a short while… But I will be home in two weeks.»

В«Have a great time there!В»

В«Roger that!В» I closed the door and headed for the elevator.

Eva's diary:

November 23, 2003.

Sunday.

It's 1 a. m.!

Mom just went to bed…

This histo[4 - This refers to the course of histology, which is taught at year I and II of medical school.

]will drive me crazy!

It's good that mom is so pitiful. I gotta kiss her tomorrow.

We spent the whole evening drawing cartilage and bone tissues!

I didn't expect mom having such a talent…: —))

Pasha said she could draw a map.

Pasha's mother arrived at the November holidays and also helped him draw connective tissues!

That's it!

I'm going to bed.

Chapter 9

The Aquarium

The most remarkable thing that, without a doubt, makes the morning good, is a cup of the right black coffee.

Thanks to my student mate Olga, I acquired this good habit and stick to it until now, especially on vacation.

There's also another habit which is not that good… After the first meeting with Eve, I started wearing heels. Even in paving stones of an unfamiliar country. It's terribly inconvenient, but I can't do anything about it.

Three years ago, when I was on a 12-hour walking tour of Amsterdam, although with a 2-hour sunset from the tavern, I was almost dead on my feet, but I didn't take off my stiletto ankle boots.

However, late at night, waiting for the bus, for the last half hour I was literally clinging to the hand of Dmitry Sokolov, a young guy from Krasnodar, a beginner and a very talented poet, who also arrived in the capital of the Netherlands that day…

Now my heels gave a soft knock at an unfamiliar street of Dubrovnik.