An unremarkable, tired evening in April. Returning home after school during the second shift, my mood was always bad. Fatigue. The snow hadn’t completely melted yet, even though the sun was glaring in my eyes. My sneakers were muddy; my mother would definitely scold me. And my friend didn’t come to school today. So, I walked alone, staring at the asphalt and avoiding puddles. Suddenly, my gaze sharply shifted to the hood of a car that was practically in front of my knees. I instinctively jumped aside to avoid crashing into the hood of someone else's car, only to feel my back collide with metal behind me. Startled, I turned around, and my attention shifted to a black Gazelle, shimmering in the dark. The cabin doors were tightly locked, and there was no one in the seats or visible through the windows. Only when I approached the large trailer at the back, as is common with all Gazelles, did my gaze fall on the slightly ajar doors of this rear section. And at that moment, curiosity got the better of me. I pushed my hand through the gap between the doors and moved one of them aside. I noticed that inside there seemed to be nothing but darkness. No silhouette or anything else. Suddenly, I felt a weak push from behind and fell into those doors. Opening my eyes, I realized that I was standing on my feet. My gaze fell on a girl. Perhaps of average age or young, clearly older than 24 years. She was sitting at a table that was almost entirely filled with candles, saucers, amethysts, and decorations. A light hood made of a scarf covered her hair. Around her, on special stands, were candles that served as the only source of light. It seemed strange. Inside the Gazelle sat a girl who resembled a fortune-teller among the candles. But suddenly, your questions were dispelled by her voice. — Destiny has brought you to me for a reason. Come in and sit across from me. I'll read your fortune for free. She replied, looking you over, and it seemed as if she winked at you. Or maybe it was just imagination...