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A knock on the door catches me just as I reach for the door handle.

– Margarita Alexandrovna! – Jeanne looks disheveled and frightened. – There… here we are…

– I see, – I throw a scowl under my nose and go down the stairs.

I throw the shawl over my shoulders.

I almost stumble over the basket of flowers on the doorstep. The smaller one, because there’s another one next to it, and two more next to it, and three more on the first step.

I’ve never had a problem with math, but I’m having trouble counting the number of baskets-so many, and the delivery guys keep pulling more and more out of the truck.

– I asked twice, but they didn’t get the wrong address, – Jeanne squeaks quietly from behind my shoulder. – Do you think it’s one of yesterday’s guests? Or from the mayor’s office?

– It’s definitely not the mayor’s office, – I continue to grimace.

I look at the basket beside my knee and notice a small envelope with a flirty bow between the creamy rosebuds. I know who the sender is. It’s so obvious that I don’t need to read the message, but I’m curious as to what it says. Perhaps our conversation yesterday awakened this moonshiner’s conscience, and he decided this was his way of communicating his intention to leave us alone? In that case, I’ll mark the day on my calendar and celebrate it every year.