Gentleman, I invite you to Lviv

I decide once and for all: only to Lviv. A transit bus for a minute or two stops in a regional center at midnight, so there is a chance to agree with a driver about the attached place. Careful uncle’s wife, accompanying me, on the porch once again examines my feelings: “Aren’t you afraid?” – “What?” Cautious look somewhere in darkness: “People say there are banderovtsi” The fiftieth were only running to the end.

Stanislav TETERUK