The schoolgirl dreamed of a prince riding... no, not on a white horse, but on a stool. This is probably why the girl’s romance turned out to be warped by thoughts about the meaning of life, and even seasoned with teenage maximalism. Well, life is indifferent to thoughts. He rushes through the rifts: conflicts at school, parents’ divorce, going to college, under-cavaliers, death of loved ones and... getting caught. The prince I once dreamed of suddenly became a reality! The truth is distant, since she has no idea where she is. No language, no money, and even everyone she meets sees in her a stupid savage unadapted to civilized life. There’s no time for progressiveness here... And no time for a prince. And does she need him?