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It all started with a short story inspired by the evening, and the ending just came to me.

The texts seemed to appear out of nowhere, the scenes were dreams, the words appeared out of thin air, and everything was plotless. Reflections, reflections, fragments....

And then it became clear to me - stop suffering, just write, and anything will happen. And when it seemed that I could no longer find my thread, the muse appeared. The thread was found - it was in the truth.

Sometimes, we don't realise how important we are to someone who is not always around. Sometimes we don't know how much we change someone's life. Sometimes, we don't realise how many threads are around us.

It's not a perfect book yet. Something will change, I'm sure, but I think it's really warm. And honest.

Max, Romchik, Nadia, Antoshka, Anya, Irina, and everyone who made a little effort (maybe without even realising it) - thank you.

The most important thing is in the heart. The truth. Remember.

This is a true story about life, students and life-changing changes. In the vicissitudes of coincidences, the first waves of the revolution, the ATO, coincidences, love and very childish trials, everyone chooses their own path - their own thread that will definitely lead somewhere. What choice to make?