Autumn 2007.

Passing by grey fences with obscenities and quotes written on them, Will headed home from school, which he had already become bored with after only a month. The landscape turned out to be not very romantic: dirt, fallen leaves, packaging from cheap energy drinks and cigarette butts. Hmm...

He looked around, sighed, and took a push-button telephone out of his pocket. Suddenly he felt a light slap on the back of the head and a chuckle from behind. Mike.

— «Will, why so thoughtful?»