Time is like a drop of amber. Kartashov G.

My happy time ended on July 1, 2001. The daughter died when she was only twelve. An attempt to achieve justice turned into a fabricated charge and prison. The wife left, friends and acquaintances turned away, it was not worth dreaming about their beloved work. But when I decided that there was no more future, fate gave me a chance to live the past again. Return there and fix everything, find another version of events, happy and correct. After all, it is so easy when you know what your actions turn around.