The elevator stopped at the top of the tower, and no extra "enable" and "sorry" crowd wave caught us and made the observation platform. And here, looking at the floodlit Paris, lying beneath us, I'm going over in his mind the lyrical line of the lyrics for the film "Arthur." The film I had never seen, but for some reason the song from him firmly stuck in the head, apparently waiting for the right moment. What happens when you wander between the moon and New York City? Okay, I was between the Moon and Paris ... and the time has passed for conversation. Flickering in the eyes of Nick, twinkling lights around us ... The best thing I could do - is to force yourself to go.