“- We must fight for our happiness to the end, and not be a nurse. Baby, six months ago you were firmly convinced that that young master was your only one. Something has changed? Nothing? Yeah... Go home and think carefully about another wish, and in the evening we will try to fulfill it. Are you smiling? That's how it should be, Marishka. Our flashlight will tell you the way and give you a chance, but it cannot decide for anyone.” Note: this story became the prologue to the novel of the same name.