Bye-bye, Baby! Platova V.

Elena understood everything. She saw him lying and hiding her eyes. She listened to how he incredibly and slurred he was justified that he had to go to his hometown. He was disgusting and miserable. And she also painfully wanted to see the one for which he now lied so humiliatingly. And I saw. They met on a ski slope. She did not know anything, willingly went to contact with Elena, took her skiing lessons and was not at all afraid of steep snowy tracks. I was not afraid at all. Because I did not know anything. About nothing...