Sometimes, in order to justify myself in front of the harsh moderators, I want to declare: everything that is told in this poem in prose is just a free fruit of teenage fantasies, all the heroes and memoirs are fictional, a fantasy book. Moreover, they say, all these events took place on the planet Plyuk of the distant constellation TauKita a thousand years ago. But every time I manage to stop on the edge of the abyss of lies and not betray my ideals of the truth of life.