1984. Again. Citizens of the USSR are still building communism, with the passion of hunters "get" scarce goods. And they are not aware of those sad turns that await both them and the country in the near future. My father is still alive and teaches at school. I turned seven years old last time. And he (not me) will soon go to first grade. This boy has no idea that life has prepared surprises for him. But surprises are different.