Wow, I went to a second-hand store to buy a jacket! I didn’t understand how I ended up in the center of inexplicable events that were unusual for developed socialism in the early eighties. Some kind of diabolism. Is this mysticism or evil intent? Stupidity or malicious calculation aimed at the fragile brains of naive Soviet youth? This is what the suddenly matured hero needs to figure out (one moment he was a child, and the next minute... a teenager!). And the fact that the adult consciousness from two thousand and fifteen rules in the young head does not make life easier. It is like the fifth wheel in a cart, this consciousness, sometimes it turns the wrong way, sometimes it exceeds the speed. But it’s easier to see evil this way. Although you have to fight it alone, making mistakes and receiving painful blows, losing friends and being disappointed in people, falling and getting up again over and over again. And there is no one to rely on, except... your first love. Which is also very vulnerable.