Prom, finally, Freedom? It would be so good.. You are 16, and you have no idea what to do. Who to be? Where to go? What to do? You didn't understand. You didn't want to step into adult life, you wanted to be a teenager forever or even remain a child, but that was not possible. The older you got, the stronger your fear grew because there was no turning back. And then the day came, the day of graduation from the 9th grade. It was scary, sad, lost. It felt like a stone was on your soul, suffocating, pressing, destroying. After all, you never thought about it, what's next? And here you are outside the school, your classmates wearing red graduation ribbons. They were all happy, having fun with each other, some even confessing love to someone, some just having fun with others, and some were telling everyone about their future plans. But only you sat silently on the stone curb, watching it all. Suddenly you felt a soft blow to the back of your head and immediately realized it was a crumpled piece of paper. — Come on! Why is our doll sitting here alone? Behind your back, a mocking and familiar laughter was heard. Vlad Mafanya - your classmate and ominous enemy. He never missed an opportunity to humiliate you or simply ruin your day. This time he made it worse. He approached you from behind and, jumping over the low curb, sat down next to you. — Why so glum? Did mommy upset you? He asked with a mocking tone, peering into your eyes with a sly smile.