Dreams.

I had a dream that I somehow ended up in St. Petersburg. It was evening, and I didn't know where to stay. I asked about student dorms, but they told me that they had long been occupied by students, and there were many of them in St. Petersburg. Then I thought that if I bought a ticket back, I could spend the night at the airport, but I realized that there was no lavender. I remembered everyone who lived in this city. And for some reason, I started looking for the address of Tory, which I didn't have, and who probably wouldn't be happy about my visit. In the end, I somehow ended up staying somewhere; there was a balcony, and someone was constantly shouting something from below, like "come out," "how long do we have to wait," and I was standing there, struggling with the zipper of my gray hoodie, which had appeared in my dream for the fifth time.