In the field of coincidences. Here is the world of Misha. He almost married my sister ten years ago, but it didn’t happen. And I noticed a pattern - as I meet Misha on the street (once every couple of years or even less), then some sort of strip of stupid bureaucratic obstacles begins. I thought – maybe he hid his anger on our family and that’s how it comes out...

In short, only then came to me: Misha lives in a neighboring house with the main bureaucratic hell of our city, and I meet him, as a rule, there. On the way to this hell. It is not a cause, but a side effect.