Kalinin, March 1937
With a happy face, a tall blonde in her dark green coat has approaching a man she has waiting for an hour. The train which brought that man from Moscow had just arrived on time. Elena Ostrucheskaya, that tall blonde, can quickly noticed the bald man in yellow shirt and dark blue overcoat... that a bit too big for him.
"Heya, doctor! Nice to meet you again!" that man aka Vasily Nandev greeted with a wink.
Elena rolled her eyes, "I am surprised you actually can be this cheerful."
"Well, because I am fully healthy and fresh like a daisy now. So I can fulfil our promise without excuses!" Vasily's smug widened, which Elena finds it... interesting.
"Guess so... it means whatever you said in ER was a bullshit," the conclusion from Elena flustered Vasily.
"I-I was just had fever, can't think straight! I didn't mean to reject your offer to keep in touch!"
"First time I see someone can't think straight, till rejecting my offer to exchange letter's address..."
"But you asked while shoved the thermometer! Is that what a modern doctor do?" Vasily's face turned carmine, as he climbed the tram that just arrived nearby Moskovsky Vokzal. Elena follows from behind and sit with her face trying not to laugh.
"Ah, maybe I was too hassle in asking you out. At the end, you send the letter first to me, hm? I was almost giving up and just thinking my teasing is one-time experience," Elena smirked, leading Vasily turned his face away to calm himself down.