Alejandro was sitting on one of the benches of the Far Eastern Federal University campus. He would never have thought that he would be surrounded not by the gray streets and houses of his city, but by the sea air and the green nature of the Russian Island in Vladivostok. It was still difficult for him. He believed that once he moved in, everything would finally get better. But it turns out that he was trying to escape from the problems, and although he did it successfully, the inner disappointment did not go away.

He often sat like that, looking at the passing students. Of course, he wasn't the only foreigner here. There are many black people, Americans, Dagestanis, even Germans. But he didn't want to get to know anyone, he just needed a couple of nods in greeting. He was lonely here, but he felt more free than ever.

Still, not all the problems have been solved. He's not Russian, after all, and it's pretty hard for him to get a job. So at first, he was just looking for a place where he could get a job without interfering with the study process and survived on a scholarship. But with the high prices, it was difficult for him, even with an increased scholarship..

"Damn it...I'm hungry," - a thought flashed through his head, and he sighed wearily, grimaced, and looked up at the blue sky.