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Having lived in Moscow for 19 years before moving to Sochi, Max made an impression of a totally bound-free and loose self-being as all south people are. He seemed to be accurately happy working as a simple cafe waiter a rather nice place, though - up high in the mountains, allowing to view all the adorable landscape, drifting in clouds. I have an increased gullibility for such people, and that is why I did everything I could to get invited to a Star Falling Festival with him. Surprisingly enough, it was set up just on the day of my birthday. As we were setting our tent up for the star falling night, we were getting more and more outspoken by virtue of the already playing in our veins alcohol. We were talking a lot about everything, but me, used to be surrounded by aspiring people and being one of them myself, could not grasp absence of any career, social state or money ambitions in him. He wasn't any kind of tenacious or imperious, seemed like there was nothing in this world he would be eager to control or influence. Eager to succeed in life, I completely refused to accept his "hippish" philosophy that didn't give any value to what was meaningful to me. 'You are just like my mother, he said, smiling. 'She still thinks that I'm just a lazy party-goer, wasting my time here. But she has not lived here. Where you don't need to prove anything to anyone. Where your heart is free and you just enjoy what you have.' My scepticism spoke differently and we had a tough discussion, while waiting for the first stars to fall. As we were exchanging deeply opposite views on how it should be, our debating heads were roughly chilled out by heavy drops fallen from above. Dark clouds had already invaded the sky, dumping severe water flows and forcing everybody around to hide in tents. Cold and disappointed, I was ironically wishing myself happy birthday while the tent was letting the water in. In two hours, the sound of rain drops falling became hardly heard and we came out of the tent to look around. The sky was still clouded all over, so no stars could be seen. Humbled with me having the most trashy birthday, we've turned to our talk again. 'I never make circumstances affect me, it is all about your own attitude. I accept everything that is given to me: bad and good things, ordinary and significant. And that is why I'm happy with what I already have. I don't need any special things for that. Enjoy it all, that will never happen again. ' I looked up in the sky, still not really sharing his philosophy, but feeling a mild acceptance and understanding. Right above me, there was a small sky space, free from clouds, allowing me to see a few stars, shining brighter than ever. Next second I noticed one of them was falling. 'Happy birthday to you, Anna, ' he said. 'Wonders often happen when you stop trying to control it’.