An unexpected clash with a group of aggressive nationalist guys promised me big troubles... But if I had known then that this would not be my biggest trouble. And now I am surrounded by a foreign and strange world, separated from my native one by a thin edge of fragile glass. Now I want only one thing - to survive and return home...

Author's notes: In 2011, I began writing a story about a trapped person, where mirrors became the entrance to another world. Then I abandoned the story. But in the newspaper “Adventures. Secrets. Miracles” read the letter in the True Stories section “What is the “bad” house hiding”? In a letter, Denis Lavrentiev from Samara tells how he ended up in the old house. Here is the quote: “It was truly a huge mirror - I have never seen such a thing in my life, only in movies. It stood against the far wall. I approached and the mirror reflected my frightened face. I carefully placed my hand on the glass, and my hand fell inside up to the elbow! The glass felt like a gelatinous mass to the touch. I plunged my other hand into the mirror. I don’t know why I did this. At that moment it seemed that it was necessary. I felt that I was being sucked into a liquid bluish fog, and did not resist.”

The hero of the letter saw a completely different situation in the mirror, but his friends pulled him out at the last moment.

I thought it was something like a sign from above, I decided to return to my story and finish it.