She is one of those people whom no one notices except smokers and, occasionally, police officers. She sells cigarettes near one of the Kyiv metro stations. An old woman without a name, a person on the other side of our lives. On the other side of life in general. Is it surprising that she, whom you do not notice, one day sees something that no one else sees except her? A skeleton, alive (as far as this word is applicable to a skeleton), reasonable, polite, naive. Either an angel, or a demon, or simply a soul lost in the interworld. In essence, they are very similar, aren’t they?