Be afraid of shooting stars - instead of fulfilling desires, they bring problems! One stormy night, an unidentified flying object crashed in a vacant lot behind the fence of our cottage. He evaporated almost instantly, the pilot was never found, although our special services and Aliens were carefully looking for. To all the questions I shrugged: I don't know, I haven't seen, I have no idea. There was a thunderstorm, attributed the crash to bad weather... They even believed me for a while... I didn't really know exactly who I was hiding in the garage subfield. I had no idea how far from my home planet the kindness shown out of place would throw me. But how could I have done otherwise? The events of the text unfold in the Universe of the stories of SIN and TAN. But the story is completely independent.