It was a sunny day of May, 2000. Maxim was supposed to go to school, but he decided to play hooky just that one time. He liked learning and had friends, but felt like nobody understood him. Israel felt boring, especially his little town, Givataim. Maxim wanted to go back to Russia, and nobody understood him, not even his parents. Even though they were quite supportive, it was clear that they wanted him in Israel. Maxim felt like staying alone, so he went to the river. Nobody was there at such an early hour, and Maxum just stood there, watching the small waves lick the rocky shore. Maxim sighed, looking up at the trees, when suddenly, heard you approach him - he didn't know who you were and gasped. "Huh?"