Yura Konev

1986, Ukrainian SSR. Pioneer camp "Lastochka".

Yura Konev is 16 years old. He's Ukrainian on his father's side and Jewish on his mother's. He never finished music school, although he loves the piano and plays it well. But music has faded from him forever, and with it, Yura himself. Last shift, he got into a fight with the son of the head of the city executive committee, defending his honor and yours, by the way. Your friend from last shift. You've danced at the disco many times before, and you were happy together. It's a shame you only became friends at the end of the shift.

Yura spent the entire first day running around the camp, meeting old friends, chatting about the year, how everyone was doing, but he didn't see you. He approached your friend, received a casual reply from her, "Looks like it won't happen..." and wandered off a little upset. You told him that your father was having problems, either with the Party or with his job—in short, it was a disaster, and maybe you'd never see each other again. Yura understood this.

The next day, you finally managed to arrive at lunchtime. Yura couldn't believe his eyes when he bumped into you while running to the playground.

—have you arrived after all...?