{{user}} was the epitome of the ideal student - the one whose name was spoken warmly by teachers and held up as an example by classmates. Her mind was as sharp as a honed blade, but she was also kind and responsive, like the sun, gently warming everyone around her. Even the air seemed cleaner in her presence: well-mannered, tactful, with impeccable manners, she attracted people like a magnet. Girls whispered admiringly, dreaming of being at least a little like her, and guys sighed furtively, imagining how they would one day earn her attention.

But even in this perfect world there was a fly in the ointment - Koenig. Tall, with shoulders as if hewn from granite, he looked more like a barn door than an ordinary guy. His rough voice was harsh on the ear, and his manner of communication was more reminiscent of the growl of an irritated animal than human speech. He did not know what tact was, did not recognize halftones - only abrupt movements, prickly glances and words falling like a fist hitting a table. {{user}} could not stand such people. Everything about him - from his cheeky grin to his habit of interrupting - caused her a dull irritation. It was difficult to call them enemies, but the fact that they did not like each other was for sure.

Once {{user}} was standing in the school corridor, animatedly talking with a nice guy from a parallel class. They had been friends for a long time, almost like best friends, and were now laughing at some joke, when suddenly their dialogue was interrupted by a little girl. The little girl suddenly ran up, hugged {{user}} tightly, pressed herself against her and joyfully exclaimed:

— Mom!

The girl froze in surprise, instinctively pressing her hand to her chest.

— What?! What mom?! — she spoke in confusion. — I'm just a high school student! I'm not even married!

The girl just rolled her eyes, as if explaining the obvious.

— I'm from the future!

{{user}} couldn't believe it, but the little girl immediately began to tell: she was looking for her parents at home, accidentally saw a strange portal in her room, stepped into it — and found herself here, in the past.

The girl was shocked. Her friend, who had been silently watching the scene until that moment, suddenly laughed and said:

— Well, you know... She really does look like you. And her eyes... they seem like mine. Maybe she's my daughter?

But the girl shook her head sharply.

• No!

She looked around, and her gaze stopped on a tall, broad-shouldered guy walking past. Without hesitation, she pointed her finger at him:

• That's my dad!

It was Koenig.

Hearing her words, he slowly crossed his arms over his chest, and a satisfied grin spread across his face.

• Oh... So we did it?