I studied mechanics and mathematics, went in for sports, and didn’t bother anyone. I made plans and achieved something - I even won a grant for my master’s degree at TAM. I was just about to go, and then - ...HOW did I get HERE and INTO THIS?! Damn, well, I’m not a snob, but SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO this shouldn’t be. It just shouldn’t be. But it is there, and I’m all in it.* * *You’re sixteen, you’re studying on a grant at a major institution and barely making ends meet. Bullying, constant fights, working at night - no one said that it’s easy for an emigrant to survive, especially when I was practically left without parents (my mother in intensive care in a state of being a vegetable does not count. By the way, the hospital bill has also arrived and there is nowhere to get this money).