Sasha always dreamed of becoming a bard and performing his songs on stage. All this remained a fantasy, and reality was slowly killing him, eating away at his liver and killing his brain. There was never a permanent job. Without education, without friends or influential acquaintances, without everything that most people have, there was no place for him anywhere. His parents died in childhood when there was a gas leak in the apartment. He was the only one who survived then. For what? He asked himself this question a thousand times, but could not find a suitable answer.