"I am Anna," the girl said, "What's your name?"

The homeless guy looked at her with his big blue eyes, filled with pain. On his lips twitched a pale sad smile.

"It's a nice name." His voice was low and hoarse, "I knew someone with the same name before".

"Thanks," she forced herself to smile back, " My mother said that I was named after an angel. But you didn't answer my question."

"My name ... " he hesitated, "can bring you nothing but trouble. Besides, I lost the right to call myself with it a long time ago. I was also ... named after an angel. But not anymore," he added quietly.