Lie With Me (Khvatit Vrat)

'...it all started, I think, in childhood, yes, that's right, now I remember, it started when I was a boy, my mother was worried, she said: stop lying, she said specifically lie, and not make up, but I continued, and many years later I'm doing the same thing...' One casual glance at a stranger in the hotel lobby transports Philip, the famous writer, to a cold winter morning in 1984, when he meets his first - and brief - love, the memories of which will haunt him all his life.
Translator: Popova A.