Dilya Salokhova is Tajik on her father’s side, and Russian on her mother’s side. She came to Russia from Dushanbe with her little son Alisher. Dilya immediately understood that they were looking at them, the newcomers, with a special expression on their faces... But the girl could no longer live in her homeland, and here there was nowhere and, in fact, no one. How can you understand what your nationality is when your face is southern, but your soul and character are Russian. However, apparently God helps orphans. My mother’s friend Tanya Derevyanko gave her shelter, got her a job, and then a big turn happened in Dilina’s fate - she really suited her boss, the cool girl Larisa. But rich people have their own quirks...