So in his thoughts, wandering through the cemetery, the Doctor found himself directly opposite Yesenin’s grave. He stood and looked at the poet carved out of white stone, so young, beautiful, free. He immediately remembered how he caught up with his classmate Sasha after school and invited her to go to the cinema for an afternoon session. And she answered him: “Sorry, I don’t have time today, I have to go home,” and he didn’t lag behind her, when he caught up with her, he threw her the phrase: “There’s no time. Seriously? There is no desire, but there is always time.” -Note that it was not me who said this, but the Great Russian poet - Sergei Yesenin. Then Sasha stopped, turned to face him, looked intently into his eyes, even now, after so many years, remembering the Doctor felt awkward from this look. Then Sasha asked....