Why to be suffering, if it’s quiet clear that they were born to be together. But, it’s necessary to suffer. That strange stewardess can’t do in other way: it seems that she is expecting a kiss, but just one step forward to her to be closer and she scratches your face with her nails. How many times will they meet each other according to destiny? Nobody knows because that’s a prerogative of God. He’s a TV reporter and his every piece of reporting is full of sounds of gun shots and explosions. And her profession is not very safe. That’s why their every single meeting is furious of tension of passions: a bitterness of jealousy and offence, a heat of passion, a coldness of misunderstanding, a pain of separation and plaintive anguish. All that mix of passions interlaces a whimsical pattern, at which Destiny conjures by itself. He’s never presented flowers to women, but in this case he buys even two bunches of flowers (he would buy more than two, but there were only two of them at a shop). Only he doesn’t succeed in presenting flowers: she doesn’t come to a rendezvous. And why they are suffering so long, if it’s clear even in their very first meeting that they were born to be together. And why did he not present those flowers earlier? He will never have a peace, because even their mad destiny will never answer these questions.