I remember, on March 8th, on the day of showing pure human love to beautiful girls and, in general, to people, we were gathered in one classroom during the long break at my educational institution. All the boys of my class were late, as some were running from the flower shop, and others from "Magnit", along with freshly bought candies. I stood with the crowd. We started handing out candies and delicate, beautiful, orange-pink roses. We didn't consider one thing, that on March 8th our administration during the long break decided to remind us that my country every day destroys everything human. A teacher started yelling at us and made us sit down faster, because we were not showing due respect to our arrived "hero". Meduza is one of the few things in my life in Russia that gives me faith in people, faith in the future, hope, the thought that I am normal, the thought that love is still stronger.