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The autumn rain in Vinnytsia fell in a steady, grey curtain, blurring the neoclassical lines of the central square into a watercolour smudge. For three months, that same grey curtain had fallen over Leonid’s world. A former engineer who could once calculate stress loads in his head, he now struggled to remember if he had taken his morning tea.

"Mr. Kovalchuk," she said, her voice calm as still water. "Your wife says your right hand has started to tremble. And you get lost walking to the pharmacy."

He looked out the window. The autumn rain had finally stopped. A pale, hopeful sun was breaking over the rooftops of Vinnytsia. He picked up his phone and dialed the clinic. neuromed невропатолог винница

"It’s just old age," Leonid grumbled, avoiding her gaze.

His wife, Halyna, had finally had enough. "You are not fading away in this chair," she announced, holding up his worn coat. "We are going to Neuromed." The autumn rain in Vinnytsia fell in a

Dr. Sokolova didn't argue. She simply placed a small, cold tuning fork on his wrist, then on his kneecap. She shone a penlight into his eyes, watching his pupils dilate like blooming poppies. Then came the strange part. She made him walk heel-to-toe along a line on the floor, then close his eyes and touch his nose.

Halyna stared. Leonid stared at his own hand. And you get lost walking to the pharmacy

Leonid’s heart hammered. "Can you fix it?"