September of 1987. Military Department of May. Studios are sitting, frightened by the information that the problems with the "war" are solved by two summer holidays in the ranks of the Soviet Army, waiting for the start of the first class. A tall, dry-haired officer enters the audience by virtually a marching step. He saluted. Then he pronounces a phrase that has long defined the life of this stream:
My name begins with "X" and ends with "Y".
(Theatre break, students in shock)
It sounds like Halil. And what you think will be in your heads!