Thirty-six years old... I’m already thirty-six. Time goes by so slowly. Sometimes it seems to me that about sixty years have passed. I feel like an old woman. Why do I remember that time, that day, as if not even a week had passed? Game of time. A scary game... But, actually, what do I have? Dream job. Yes, I became what I wanted. I am a designer in a prestigious company. I have everything: an apartment, a car and a loan for the next twenty years. But there is only one thing missing - love. Or rather, she was, she is and will never die. Only the bodily shell of the one I loved so much died... But one day it was time for him to return. Is this a game of death on my feelings or is he really back?