I don't know when I fell asleep, and I can't tell if I continued to see Andre's eyes in my dreams, and heard the phrase "Don't regret it!" 》。

When I woke up in the morning, I was in a trance. In the depths of winter, the Moscow sky is covered with thick dark clouds, and in broad daylight it is almost necessary to light up the street lights. Approaching the market, I feel that people seem to be unusually rare. When the police checked my passport, I took out my passport and handed it to him. The police stared at me sternly for a long time, and finally returned my passport without saying a word. I let out a long breath and headed for the office.

The market is very deserted, not as noisy as it used to be. I made myself a cup of coffee and tried to bring myself back to my senses, but my mind just couldn't wake up. Sipping my coffee and watching the snow start to fall outside. After a while, another policeman with a police dog was checking on the office next door. Our office is connected to the office next door by a door. There is a large piece of glass on the door, so you can clearly see the situation on the other side. A policeman looked through the glass into my office, and I thought he was going to come in and check. He watched for a long time, and finally, did not come in and left with the other policemen.

I don't know what's going on!

At this time, a colleague at the video store told me that someone had reported that there was a bomb and that the police were searching for it.

Moscow, a place where people can't be at peace! I sighed.

At this time, a different kind of sad tune sounded in the video store,

Looking at the heavy snow outside the house, my heart was intoxicated with the lyrics:

Winter parting in the middle of the night in Moscow

Columns of troops were heavily guarded in the streets

No one here notices who is in love with whom

For affliction does not allow a man to collapse

If you are emotionally accustomed to being defensive

Loneliness is surrounded by one more wall

Love reminds me vaguely of this time

It is sin not to embrace again

There are no tears in Moscow, and snow falls

You're so cold and haggard

When I was single, I thought I could go without anyone for the rest of my life

There are no tears in Moscow, but I shed tears

Can't stop crying praise

Let me pay without fear of heartbreak is your best beauty

Love is at the oldest borders

Don't ask for a whole body to get out

There are no tears in Moscow, but I am in tears. It's a true portrayal of me at the moment, I kept wiping the tears from my face with a tissue, but I couldn't wipe the eyes of Andre imprinted in my mind. I didn't know there would be such a look in the world. That look is enough to lock the soul of a person. I don't know exactly what was in that look, but I knew it would make me look back, and Darric's words didn't have that much effect, it was just the pillar of the look.

At this moment, no reason, any reality, has no effect on me, I want to follow that look, without which I feel like a lost soul.