Outside the window, behind a thin pliable glass, the night breathed widely. It was raining. Overnight spring rain is rare. On the other hand, rains have never been considered a rarity in St. Petersburg. And if you consider global warming... There will be more rain. Well, thank God. Artem turned over to one side, supported his cheek with his elbow (someday my face will finally lose symmetry, - he thought briefly) and again stared at the book. It was three in the morning, Artem was lying on the bed and reading. Actually, he did the same all day. Whatever one may say, unemployment has its advantages.