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For ten glorious minutes, Lev was not the man Katya had left. He was not the ghost in the library. He was a creature of blood and bone, utterly vulnerable, utterly present. He felt the sun, the wind, the solidarity of other fragile bodies. They were all naked. No one was better or worse. They were just Odessa, raw and real.

Lev froze. The cold returned, but it wasn't the honest cold of the sea. It was the cold of a police station waiting room. Of a fine. Of a record. Of having to explain to the library director why he was detained for “petty hooliganism.” Naked May Day in Odessa

“Ready?” called the weightlifter. He didn’t wait for an answer. He just started jogging. For ten glorious minutes, Lev was not the man Katya had left

But for the first time in ten months, he wasn’t looking for the shore. He was just floating. Waiting for the trouble to pass. Waiting for the May sun to get a little higher. He felt the sun, the wind, the solidarity

And Lev ran.