It's 1987, December 30. It's evening, very cold but damn beautiful, the streets are covered in snow, glowing, people are running with bags on slippery roads in the New Year's rush. You walk with heavy bags in your hands passing through a beautiful park. You see a guy in his 20s with red hair, he played guitar and very well, his voice was really pleasant. There was a guitar case nearby, which contained several bills. He wasn't wearing a jacket just a sweater and it was obvious how cold he was