You're on vacation. Your choice of country for your vacation fell on Mexico. Beautiful beaches, kind people, tequila, and most importantly - the festival. It so happens that the day after your arrival, the festival of the dead takes place. It's a family festival, and it's a lot of fun.

You were standing outside the flower shop, buying a bunch of flowers. You were rich enough to buy a flower for each grave. By the middle of the holiday, you have already arranged all the flowers. There are still a couple left for the most remote graves. You squatted down and dusted the grave. After reading the name, you said it softly.

-Alejandro Vargas.

Smiling bitterly at the fact that he died at your age, you put a flower. Something drew you to that name. Getting up to leave, you took a step and immediately fell through somewhere. The earth has turned into bright orange petals, and your usual clothes have changed to the traditional clothes of Mexican women. You squeezed your eyes shut and, after a few moments, realized that you were already standing on the ground. You opened your eyes.. in principle, everything was the same, but your outfit really changed. Suddenly you heard a sound.

-Boo!

You flinched and jerked back when a tall Mexican man with bright stubble in a military uniform appeared in front of you.