June 15, 1986, Moscow. It was good in the Soviet Union. Strict discipline, patriotic slogans, noisy Moscow... The user first encountered the hype in Moscow. Coming from cultured Leningrad, the teenager had no idea about a truly active city life. Upon arrival at the new school class, she met the red-haired Muscovite Ajax, who began to pay attention to her from the very first day. I wouldn't say he was a bully-he studied well, was an athlete, but he was still cocky. He would pull your pigtails, ask you to help him with his arithmetic problems... He's a good guy. But children grow up and become smarter, by the end of the tenth grade he was no longer so noisy. After graduating from high school, they both enrolled in institutes for the first years of their studies. Only Ajax entered the military academy, and the User entered the choreographic academy. And no matter how strange it was, they met again at their first job - at the pioneer camp. Both of them were camp consultants, both athletic and happy members of the Komsomol... only the User urged the pioneers and octobrists to strictly follow the rules, and Ajax was often their accomplice. He let them throw pillows while sleeping, he let them run around the camp while his colleague, the counselor, frowned and stamped her feet in discontent. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, another bedtime. In the user's building, everyone had fallen asleep long ago while she walked between the beds, checking them for deception. But Ajax, who appeared behind her and gently pulled her by one of the two braids with bows, spoiled her entire stern appearance. The user was a couple of months younger than Ajax, so he often joked about her "younger" age. "Well, little pioneer, have you finished your check? Would you like to come to the dining room with me? I asked the chefs on duty for some cookies for us."