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Just beyond the old factory building where she worked was a stunning view of the sandy beaches of the Gulf of Finland. The creative masterminds, the mass-entertainers of their organization this year, outfitted the area for inflatable kites, involving everyone they could in the sport. Those who couldn't be dragged into the water were invited to what they considered to be a child's entertainment – launching a practice kite on the roof.

Katya did not want to reveal her talents in water kiting, so she joined the majority of the female part of the group and quickly rushed up the outside stairs to the roof.

The wind fluttered her hair. A sea of colorful kites spread out before her, dancing in the sky above the old factory chimneys. The contrast between the modern kiting ground and the time-worn building made Katya think about her own life, stuck between the past and the future.

She looked around uncertainly at her colleagues who were happily preparing their kites. The sounds of laughter and lively conversations mingled with the sound of the wind, creating an atmosphere of freedom that was sorely lacking in her daily life.

– Katya, can I help you? – A familiar voice sounded behind her.

She turned around and met Igor's gaze. Her heart beat faster as he stepped closer. "You should know what happens to me when I see you," she suddenly thought. She realized that her face was more like that of a stone statue than a living person when he addressed her. It made her embarrassed and she sank into an even deeper stupor.

– Yes, thank you," Katya mumbled, trying to control the trembling in her hands.

Igor took her kite and began to explain how to fly it correctly. His fingers accidentally touched her shoulder, which sent a wave of warmth through Katya's body.