Autumn is a dull time of cold rains, colorful leaves on wet asphalt and puddles with the reflection of birds flying south. Who will play a requiem for falling leaves? Die to be born again? What is their end? She speaks two languages: three-story and quotes from the greats. She never cries or gets sick, speeds and sleeps with just anyone. He loves coffee in paper cups, lying on the stone parapets of the embankment in the rain and reading strange books. She is a real fiend of hell, but He has yet to find out...