History, history... is not only a pair of ancient sarcophagi that delight a zealous cultural figure, but also a simple human life, much more important than a few artifacts of the past. Each of us, to a greater or lesser extent, imagines himself as a hero who goes through a thorny path through pain or torment to a bright future (it sounded a little pretentious, but I’m a writer now, so a little bit is possible). My story is about one of these people, in which the main character goes through a certain life cycle associated with the formation of a person as an individual. Was he right with this or that way of solving problems? Contains obscene language.