Sashka didn’t notice Lila. Of course she was beautiful, but it was clear that he wasn’t right for her. Just like this school—with children of wealthy parents and their failure to understand—what was he, Sashka, doing here? He thought: finish the eleventh grade as soon as possible and forget these prosperous faces! But the last school year began nothing like the boy had expected. Lilka simply stood beside him, looked him in the eyes, and it was as if an angel waved its airy white wing in front of Sashka. Life took on a completely different meaning. And along with it—other rules. The rules of love. Not easy, and sometimes far from childish.