"Guys! Don't just stand there drinking! Everybody, get up and dance! If you don't know how, just copy me. Follow the rhythm! Right hand on your shoulder, then..."
At Tuba's urging, the cemetery grew even more lively, especially after he invited a large group of children passing by the gate to come in and help themselves to food and drink.
The chaotic party lasted from morning until evening before finally drawing to a close. Tuba, drenched in sweat from dancing, sat on the ground behind the screen. He looked out at the trashed cemetery and roared with laughter. "Awesome! What a thrill!"
Just then, 134—the only person present not smiling—walked over. She sat on Tuba's coffin, placed the tablet on her lap, and began to gently stroke the face on the screen.
Looking at the image of the little girl he was destined to meet, a trace of tenderness flashed in Tuba's eyes. "Little Mitya, don't cry. You're going to be okay."
