Who is more vain - a man or a woman? How often do we do things that sometimes make us blush? Why do we sometimes have a desire to appear better than we really are? Where does such an obsessive idea of wishful thinking come from? Someone declares himself an academician without even finishing high school, someone a great doctor, having worked for half a year as a paramedic in the village. What dictates our “fairy tales” and what do they entail... the desire to deceive a rival or rival? Or, without waiting for gifts from fate, should we ourselves rewrite what was written in our family?