He is back in childhood. And it seems that everything around is familiar: the biography of a Moscow schoolboy, and young parents, a familiar city around... What he yearned for, swallowing cognac alone for every April 12th, remembering unfulfilled dreams. So what? Everything came true, having come down by some miracle from the films of "Moscow-Cassiopeia" and "Guests from the Future" loved from childhood - or did this nostalgic longing play a cruel joke with his consciousness, passing off pretty faded memories of golden youth as reality? Then, after all, ice cream was tastier, and spring grass was greener, and classmates were all the purest examples of pure charm...