When you see a fallen leaf fly up onto a branch, you want to rub your eyes. What is it, a prank projectionist decided to rewind the film? Or maybe the laws of physics have broken? No... The rising air currents lifted him and put him in place. Or maybe this is a miracle? Not turning back time, but precisely this... Such a precisely calibrated, incredible interweaving of circumstances, when everything becomes as it should be. Isn't this the best solution? After all, there is actually no subjunctive mood... What happened, happened... The characters of the book, having fallen into the clutches of the author and becoming victims of his thought experiment, find themselves in various situations. Some will consider them strange, while others will consider them quite natural... Could they have acted differently? Is everything really predetermined, not even because of the fatality of the circumstances, but simply because a narrow, calloused consciousness, like a straw, grabs the first opportunity that comes along? Or do we still have a chance? A chance to change something... Contains obscene language.