Lelya never liked mirrors, even when she was alone she avoided looking in them. One day, her reflection disappeared, and instead in the mirror there was an unfamiliar young man with the habits of a home-grown psychologist and a bag of magic pendels. What erased Lelya’s reflection: painful unrequited love, the habit of meeting the expectations of a demanding mother, or the desire to hide one’s “I” deeper and bury desires to please to others? And why sandals?