“If someone tells me that I don’t have a home and I’m a garage boy, I don’t talk to him. Because I'm an ordinary boy, I just live in a garage. I already fought with those who laughed at me. How can anyone who lives in an apartment building make fun of me because I live in a garage?!” asks eight-year-old Rezi. He lives with his sister, mother, and stepfather in the garage. Instead of falling asleep sweetly, he falls asleep to the loud barking of stray dogs, the sounds of fights, and the screams of drunkards. Before going to bed, you need to breathe air in reserve, because there is no window in the garage and it is stuffy in there, like in a torture chamber. And it's dark and scary, and there's not a drop of light.