Somehow, I think I got used to the idea that Alexander would not contact me again.
By mid-April, television had stopped giving news about him and the media seemed already satisfied in their hunger for information. Occasionally, some note on the Internet spoke about Illya at an engineering convention in Europe, or about a conference by the CEO of VLC Engineering, Mikhail.
Not being surrounded by people who mentioned his name helped me not to think so much about Alexander, and one day, in the end, I think I convinced myself that everything was already over.
I didn’t believe that he had broken his promise, but I tried to see it as a favor he was doing me, perhaps out of a desire to protect me, perhaps because I was finally resigning myself to believe that I was wishing for something imposs
