The true story of Birtman, told by himself. USSR 70s, school, sports, music, relationships. No super hits from the future and laurels as a composer of the world. No champions cups, although...)))Alternative USSR. Marty Sue. I wanted to write a very MS, but I read “something” here the other day, and I think that my MS is moderate. People and events will be moved because it is convenient for me or simply because I don’t want to bother. Some things I don’t know at all where to look and whether the data exists. So, in the interests of the text being written at all, I decided not to fool around with being tied to reality. At the end of the day, I'm just having fun. Grammar Nazis can stock up on toilet paper as always. Please keep your angry comments to yourself. From the author: I don’t promise anything to anyone. I am writing as usual for my own amusement. In moments when rushing. I’m posting it to stimulate myself to continue writing the story and give it some readable form. Well, and also please the reader. There are rough outlines in my head, some plot points, some not, but I hope “somehow” they will appear in the process. Will the heroes change history? It’s unlikely, but there may be changes in themselves or their assessment of events. Again, there is only an easy path in the head. I’ll try to avoid politics today; the world is simply oversaturated with it. I want to escape from reality. So, we begin, I wanted to write the role of Birtman, I will play it, but perhaps I’ll leave it to the reader, join me.