Summary:

Svetlana knew Liliya Rozanova like the other half of her soul, the back of her hand, the blood in her veins. She would know Ilya Rozanov just as well. When her best friend calls her to share the secret that he has kept tight to his chest their whole friendship, and the grief and the fear that he feels around it, Sveta knows that there is nothing that will stop her from trying to make at least some of it easier to carry.

or - Svetlana Vetrova, Ilya Rozanov, the constancy of change, and the spectre of Irina Rozanova