— Я потрапила в страшну аварію, їдь негайно! — налякала мене найкраща подруга. Уже за 17 хв

The phone rang at half past eight in the evening. — Maria, I got into an accident, on the bypass, I'm in pain, come here immediately! — Oksana, are you alive? Where are you?! — Maria was already running to the door, grabbing her car keys. — The emergency room at Tarasa Shevchenko 17, hurry up! Maria ran out of the apartment in her house slippers, noticed her already on the stairs, turned around to change her shoes — and in seventeen minutes she was already running across the parking lot, not feeling her own legs. — Where is she?! — she shouted to the nurse on duty. — Over there, — the nurse nodded at the glass door. Behind the door, Oksana was sitting on the couch — intact, without a single scratch — and laughing so loudly that it could be heard all the way down the corridor. And next to her was someone who definitely shouldn't have been here. Maria froze in the doorway. "You..." she began. And her friend's smile disappeared.