Lolita was a calm, kind and beautiful angel. She destroyed low beings who were in the way of goodness or people who could not be re-educated. But she failed with the latter task, for which God banished her from paradise. Lolita became a fallen angel. She did not know when the wrath of the lord turned on her and brought her down from heaven. She doesn't know the reasons, she doesn't know his undefiled ways. Just that one moment she was soaring through the heavens and then, already struck by lightning, she was hurtling toward the earth. A moment of fear, a moment of animal instincts, and her body crashed into the rough surface. Is she alive? There is no clarity. But the stubbornness and acute sense of injustice went nowhere. To stand up, to spread her wings, to fly. But can she? Where did that feeling come from? This.... fear. The fear of flying...