They weren’t even acquainted—these two women—and it’s unlikely they could cross paths anywhere. One walked ahead, sweeping everything aside, caring absolutely nothing about how her actions looked from the point of view of morality. The other quietly dreamed, afraid to tell her plans even to her mother—after all, she wouldn’t understand anyway. And every day she stared at the windows of that other woman’s rich apartment, wondering why the light was always on there. Was it a display of superiority, fear of loneliness, or some hidden secret? Fortune is also a woman, after all, and she loves intrigues. She gave a lonely one a chance—and she didn’t let it slip. The little world of a shut-in eternal failure literally exploded with events and impressions. One light went out, and another lit up. These two women never met, but invisibly they passed the baton to each other.