Plot

Where does true love begin? At a glance? With mutual sympathy? A random gesture at a trolleybus stop? Or, perhaps, with ordinary stupidity? Polina and Sasha met on an ordinary autumn morning. It was a good morning to meet: she had a bag of lollipops in her hands, and he had a pen and a notebook to write that she was very beautiful. And so it has been since then: he wrote, and she read. Until suddenly it turned out that you can talk without a piece of paper.