Cinderella is different from Cinderella. Someone runs away at midnight, leaving a glass slipper, and waits for their prince. And someone, like me, wears shoes at the right time and prefers not to wait for miracles, but to create miracles on their own. The prince has gone on the offensive, the fairy godmother has taken out her magic wand and is spreading goodness to the masses, and the rocker brothers are trying to get along with the new leadership. The old car was damaged for no reason, and along with the stepmother, another memory from the past burst into life. And Cinderella... And what about Cinderella? She is still wearing sneakers, with faith in fairy tales and an inexhaustible desire to create magic. And who, if not the main Monster of the university, knows exactly how to turn a gray, boring life into one continuous adventure?