“Love is illegal here. The average person does not know this feeling. You love, it means a magician. A magician means a criminal. Prison, torture in laboratories and death await you. And you, Oles? Are you and your friends magicians? Well. Then the old woman with the scythe breathes after you. Run. Until the hunters catch up with you, grab your skinny body and throw you into a cell, you have only one option - to run. It seems to me that you are saying something, Oles? Do you want to save the world, give love to ruthless people? Do not make me laugh. They don't need her. Forget about naive dreams: the world is hopeless, you can only save yourself. Come on, grab your backpack and run.”