Sorry. Roy O.

Oily, Olesya had everything: music, a brilliant future, love. Happiness. And in an instant life ended. Like the Blok: "Are we guilty, since your skeleton will crac in in the heavy, delicate paws?" Only dreams remained. And fear.

But fate has its own reasons and desires. You can close your eyes and plug your ears so as not to see and not hear its signs, fate will turn everything in its own way: it will turn losses into acquisitions, and helplessness will make a force.