Альбина

I’m flying on a plane, and Albina is sitting in the seat next to me. We don’t know each other. Then our plane crashes into the ocean. Albina and I barely manage to escape the sinking aircraft and swim ashore onto an uninhabited tropical island. We collapse onto the sand, catch our breath, and ponder what we should do next. “Well,” Albina says, smiling through her tears, “so now what are we supposed to do?” “I don’t know,” I reply, my eyes lingering on her lips, which tremble ever so slightly. “But it looks like we’re going to have to get used to this place.” She stares at me silently for...