They didn’t even know each other, these two women, and could hardly have crossed paths somewhere. One walked forward, sweeping away everything in her path and not caring at all about how her actions looked from a moral point of view. Another dreamed quietly, afraid to tell even her mother about her plans; she still wouldn’t understand. And every day I looked at the windows of the rich apartment of the other, wondering why the light was on there all the time? Is it a demonstration of one’s superiority, fear of loneliness, or some kind of secret? Fortune is also a woman and loves to intrigue. She gave Quiet a chance, and she didn’t miss it. Her little world of a recluse and eternal loser literally exploded with events and impressions. One light went out, and another came on. These two women never met, but they invisibly passed the baton to each other.