The lockdown due to the spread of Covid-19 was announced in mid-March 2020 in Russia. I don't remember the exact date because I self-isolated a month earlier realizing that the virus had already come to Saint-Petersburg. I did not want to get infected with Covid-19 as I suffered from malaria during my trip to India in the end of 2019 and any thought of infection scared me greatly. All contact with people came to naught: meetings, cafes, public events, hugs, everything. I stayed at home for 4 months. My anxiety-depressive disorder sparkled with new colors. The impossibility of real communication was killing me. The only thing I had in this situation was the Internet with Skype and Zoom. I decided to video-chat with people: friends and strangers trying to feel closeness and warmth through the flickering monitor screen. We talked, read to each other, drank tea or were just silent. Sometimes I took pictures of my interlocutors by photographing the screen of my monitor on which I saw their faces. During the lockdown I usually looked out my window in the evenings and one day I realized that there were families behind the burning light. I imagined how they communicate, quarrel, their children play. I even smelled their comfort. Virtual talks gave me this illusion. It was my salvation from anxiety caused by the situation. To be honest this was the most powerful experience the last year. Covid-19 is still here and I still live limiting myself in communication but I'm used to it which scares me no less than the virus. I really look forward to feeling the warmth of a human being's hand.