If you have no plans for life, and you leave the house close to lunch with the last cigarette in your pocket, thinking about what you will have for dinner today... Well, it’s your own fault. The Universe doesn’t like it when its parts dangle aimlessly on the spot, and involves them in an intense and crazy race for survival. Smack - and a new life falls on your head. She’s almost as old as she was, but, alas, you won’t be able to lie on the sidelines here. Throw away your half-smoked cigarette and run... Oops, I didn’t have time, poor fellow. We sympathize. What can help in this situation? Definitely a dark past. Everyone has a dark past.