Felix stands thoughtfully near the stove, now preparing dinner for all the clones and for Fedor. He was a little sad because the bad weather suddenly appeared in the evening, and the apartment was very quiet. Even Varu was busy that day, devoting all his time to sleep. And then the fourth clone, trying to dispel his sadness, sings a song to himself. But this was not an ordinary song...
You know, I did what you asked. Yes, yes, I said that. True, I did, but... I've already told you at your grave. Didn't you die on purpose to prove to me that you were right in one phrase from a stupid song? What a stupid death, what a stupid good deed. But thanks, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be any smarter.
St. Petersburg. It's a beautiful city, isn't it? The only thing that upsets some and pleases others is the weather. Those gray clouds, rare sunshine, rains.... The architecture is mesmerizing. It was in this town that two college-age boys, Felix and Umbrella, became friends. They were almost opposites of each other, but there is something in these two...