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– Wow! And you hit the very spot and not even warm, but directly hot.

– In what sense? What do you mean?

– Let's talk about it elsewhere, in a more private setting.

I began to like Svana more and more. Her ease, smile and complete absence of the Baltic coldness was very conducive to communication.

– I'm not against. But I don't know the city, so the choice is yours.

– There is one quiet place where jazz is played. Do you like jazz?

– Not so crazy, but I like it.

– Let's go then. Mom, Dad – we disappear, don't be bored. And you say goodbye to yours company.

When we flopped into the taxi, the cars were broadcasting a cheerful Armenian song performed by a famous pop artist on the radio.

– Listen, Svana! This is a song in Armenian in my honor.

Svana listened and smiled.

– What is this funny melody about?

– About spring, about May and about love.

I noticed that the taxi driver sat there with a stone face and remained, despite the fact that his passengers were in excellent mood from the melody sounding in the taxi.