TALKING WITH FLORA

For some reason Maks began to tear up as he heard and internalized the words spoken from the mouth of the old man before him. Maks agreed, he really felt useless for all the passion, ambition and hard work he had done. He realized that the end of all this was death. Then why should he make his life difficult for himself? Shouldn't it be that simple?

"That's it!" cut in the old man as if he was following the conversation inside Maks' mind.

"Enjoy it, you just need to calm down a bit, notice where the problems are, solve them one by one. There won't be a single problem that you can solve with passion," the old man said again.

"When your hand heals from its wounds, don't use it again, even if your brain tells you to. Just listen to your heart. Listen to your heart, young man. Listen to your heart."

"Listen to your heart, listen to your heart, listen to your heart." Those words kept repeating and spinning inside Maks's head, more intoxicating than the bottle of bourbon he had consumed a