...He dreamed that he was flying around the city and saw through the window that gray Arkasha had seated the children in front of the TV to watch “Tom and Jerry” so that the children would not get in his way. Yulia tries to stop her husband, but she fails, and she runs away to cry on the balcony. “Why did you marry him?” - Volodya asks. - Why? - Can you really find someone else? — Julia answers and makes him look around. In dozens of windows around there are exactly the same TVs, the same Arkashas and their children. And behind the houses are high-rises, and behind the high-rises are skyscrapers, and there is no end to them, and there is no horizon. “Do something,” Yulia asks. - Well, do something! - she screams. He painfully grabs his head... And becomes a tree. Like a huge tree that grows straight from the asphalt, it grows higher than all the skyscrapers, and then from all the windows, leaving their TVs, people crowd to look at it, and it grows higher, higher - towards the sky... But a dream is a dream. What will you do in reality? What?