Attorney-Client Privilege

There is a mysteriously joyful feeling of the holiday when a barely noticeable scent of spring spreads through the air—and it doesn’t matter that there are still snowdrifts around, but the first snowdrops have already appeared. Spring is coming! The air is filled with intoxicating anticipation of changes. The wind no longer burns your cheeks with icy touch; instead, it brings you the smells of melting snow and damp earth in the rare thawed patches.

Elizabeth inhaled the air deeply and wrinkled her nose. Busy thinking about spring, she somehow missed that she wasn’t in the countryside anymore, but in a living megacity that breathed out exhaust fumes. The delicate music of March’s drizzle was hopelessly drowning in the cacophony of sounds from the nearby highway. Yet the car horns—impatient and sharp in winter—now seemed cheerful and cheeky.