[18+] At the height of the twentieth floor, the wind is sterile and cold — as if it's blowing from outer space. Sergei stands at the edge. His life has come down to this one square meter. He steps forward. There is no fear. Only a rushing void. And then time breaks. He falls backward, facing the sky, watching the receding facade of the building. Against his will, his gaze stops on a window on the twelfth floor. A light is on. And she is standing there. A girl with dark hair and a very pale face. She is looking straight at him. Not with horror. Not with fear. As if she knew he would be falling past at that very moment. He wakes up in his bed. Alive. It was not a dream. Sergei jumps again. And again. Each time he sees her. Each time her face becomes more vivid, her silent scream more desperate. He finds her in the real world. Her name is Alina. She is dying of cancer. And in her delirium, between sleep and waking, she has been seeing him for years — a man falling from the sky.