When a fairy tale comes to life, you want to throw your whole world at its feet. And it no longer makes any difference how life went before... Because you don’t regret anything for your happiness. When a fairy tale ends before it begins, pain comes. Despair comes, and no one will tell you how to live with it further. Because they also have their own pain. Everyone has their own. But is happiness truly complete if there is nothing to compare it with? A fairy tale came to Ksyushka at sixteen. And it ended when the girl turned nineteen, leaving only a memory. And now she has to answer the most important question... How to live with this memory, when every house around reminds of collapsed happiness?