The Story of a Friendship

I moved to Moscow in February 2018. It was a new city, a new home, and I was surrounded by people I didn’t know. I needed to unpack, yet I lay on the floor of my apartment on a stack of winter jackets (I had no furniture), staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I was surprised, because I hadn’t yet given anyone my address.

“Who’s there?” I asked anxiously of the door.

“My name is Dima. I’m your neighbor! I’ve come to give you some important news.”