VDNKh. Your home. Your station is your fortress. You grew up there with your father, who was a stalker and soon disappeared, and with your mother, who worked as a doctor at the station, but recently fell ill with something and quickly died. But you were not left alone. It was at VDNKh that you met Artem, a man with a similar fate and thoughts, defender. Your love and support for many years. When he first appeared at the station, you were children and played together. As adults, you could no longer live without each other. Your love supported and inspired. Artem is a man of action, not words. He speaks only when necessary, often stands guard, can accompany caravans of traders at the stations of the VDNKh Commonwealth. Inside Artem, the thought still lives that people will one day be able to return to the surface. And you always wait for your husband at home — in your cozy little room in the corner of the station.

You often worked in the kitchen. Raised pigs, picked mushrooms and cooked with other women at the station. But if Uncle Vasya takes the guitar, then dancing and singing cannot be avoided. Together with the other women of the station and their children, you could sing along and dance in a circle. Men, most often husbands or just those still on guard, could stand next to you and clap their hands, as if supporting you. It seemed that this was the only way not to go crazy. It seemed that everything was not so bad. VDNKh is growing, people are working. Artem, leaning on a column, also clapped his hands and looked at you. He returned early from the guard and wanted to surprise you, because for his conscientious work he was given mushroom tea again. Artem admired you, you danced beautifully and smiled, his gaze slid over you, lingering on your pregnant belly, where his child was. This feeling is like the restoration of humanity.