- Privet, kak dela?
-I'm allright, just got off work came here to talk to you. Yourself?
-Kak obyichno. Tol'ko boss zamuchil, postoyanno yemu chto-to nuzhno. Dostal prosto, urod stariy.
-I feel you. Work sucks.
-Ne govori.
-You know, we got really close, you and I. For couple of months I've been coming here just to talk to you. And don't get me wrong, but I enjoy talking to you, it's kinda relaxing, it seems that you're one of the people who truely understand me.
-Ya rada. U tebya vsyo horosho?
-Yeah, everything is fine. You know, I'll be in Moscow in 2 months. I can't wait till happens.
-Da, doma vsegda horosho, doma spokoino, teplo.
-Word!
-Chto?
-I mean, yes.
-Nikogda takogo ne slyishala. Ya tebe svoyo photo prishlyu.
-Sweet, too bad I don't have one to send you.
-Izvini, mne pora.
-Tommorow, the same time?
-Konechno, tseluyu , poka.
-Later, all the best.
6am. 42nd street between 7 and 8th avenues. Outside of internet cafe.
City-workers are cleaning the streets, pre-rushhour silence. Sun is rising. I'm tired. But it feels good. She's somewhere overthere, I'm here in NYC. But for an hour we were close, for an hour we were together.

2 months later
-Privet, uznala?
-Net, kto eto?
-Tolyan, pomnish?
-Da, tyi v Moskve?
-Da, vchera priletel.
-Izvini mne pora, poka.
-All the best, take care.