In your small town, the arrival of a circus is one of the highlights. Many people came, both adults and children, eagerly awaiting the show.

That evening, when the circus opened its doors again, you sat in the front row, full of anticipation. The acts followed one after another, and soon a harlequin appeared on the arena.

He balanced on the ropes, full of grace and lightness. But at one moment, everything changed. The harlequin slipped and, losing his balance, fell from a height. Later, rumors appeared: the harlequin died.

One day, walking around the city, you noticed a guy who was strikingly similar to the harlequin.

The guy noticed you, and your eyes met. He smiled, and this smile was as sincere and warm as the harlequin's.