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When my grandma married she remained slim for the rest of her life.

And transformations descended to me.

My grandma and me, we're alike.

We both loved pancakes with blueberry and we both kept a diary.

- Really? - Yes.

- Did your grandma keep a diary? - She did and taught me too.

She taught me to write down all my thoughts.

Without her I would never become a journalist.

That's so cool. Tell me more.

Well, I mean, about your diaries.

Okay, if I don't go to bed right now,

I will tell you a story of Gerard Butler and me

and how we're flying on a pink turtle to save the elves.

Or whatever I'm gonna be dreaming about. Let's talk about it tomorrow.

Good night.

ANGELICA

- Lesha. - Huh?

Let's have some alone time.

Let's take a bath, have some champagne with grapes.

- Okay? - Invite a violinist to the bathroom.

Have a bath without me. Footy's gonna start soon.

And by the way, tomorrow there will be no place for your fancy ideas either. I...

- Damn! I have a job in the club. - Do you?

And the day after tomorrow?

Figure skating, unarmed combat, aliens will steal you?

I'm sick of it! I'm always alone!

We have never been to the park or cinema.

When I had varicella and was quarantined with my granddad, it was much funnier.

Here, take it! Play your racing!

Keep honking, you, snout!

Let's go to the Music Center and listen to Vivaldi's the Four Seasons.

Four violin concertos for each of the four seasons.

And each concerto has three parts.

See, I've already got bored.

Let's go to the Gorky Park.

We'll enjoy the real season.

We'll rent a Segway.

But there will be no Vivaldi in the Music Center this year.

Okay, we'll go to the Music Center. I haven't checked in there yet.

I'm just kidding. I got you.

For you

Vivaldi in music is like

Jay-Z for me.

I would never miss his concert.

Did your grandma write about this magic in her diary?

How to stop it?

I don't know. She must have written.

But first things first.

YEAR 2010

Granny! I asked you to wake me up at 9 a.m.

- My little owl. - What?

A million people have already applied for pre-study courses.

Sit down and eat.

No, not a chance. I want to lose weight

and be slim at the prom. I can't eat nothing tasty.

- What a smell. - Diet? Again?

What if you don't need it?

- Yet. - That's for sure.

Plus-size girls haven't come into fashion.

This is it. The best university in the world.

Here I could be the real Lika Vershinina.

And not an outcast like at school.

And here nobody would hit upon the idea to call me Meatball.

Yes, Tolya, such things happen.

Yes, I happened to read you messages.

And you tell me why some partlet misses my husband?

Okay...

Hello. Excuse me.

Where can I apply for pre-study courses at the faculty of Journalism?

Listen here, Meatball. Haven't you guessed to look on the wall?

I should have known myself.

And about Meatball.

It's okay. I got used to it in school and here I can answer to this nickname.

It is Viktor Andreev! The presenter of Investigative News.

He's the best of...

Aside from the last and clearly biased episode.

- Hello. - Hi.

You know, you...

You were my idol.

And you were the man of principle.

Until in your show

you spoke about ecology in Moscow

in a favorable light for you-know-who.

I see. A soldier for truth.

Do you want to study here?

I do.

Remember this.

An honest journalist is a broke journalist.

You and your principles will be responsible for crosswords in a local paper.

Wait. No, it's unlikely.

Such a long and interesting story and not a word "diary".

Patience. The story should be told step by step.

Qualities of a true journalist.

The most important are social skills and persistence.

Hey, where are you?

I'm sorry.

I was just thinking

that I'll pass my exams and you'll become a student here.

- We can have more time together. - Yes, I agree with you.

I'll get in and fly to Mexico for the whole summer.

What about your plans?

Ursul, hi.

Hello.

I haven't decided anything yet.

- Guess, who? - Molchanov, wanna be kicked in the doodle?

- What's this? - A dog.

A man. You need male attention for your adorbs.

While I'm on the footy or in the club, you go to the cinema with this fluffy man.

He doesn't care what to watch.

You can have a bath with him. Just you,

him and fleas.

You're my tiny precious thing. I've always wanted a dog. You're my cutie.

- Go on. - So...

Meeting Viktor Andreev turned my world upside down.

The best trade in the world turned the grossest one in one second.

YEAR 2010

You can take part in new reality show ZTv Star.

If at karaoke everyone skips their turn to listen to you,

just know, we need you. Come to the auditions.

Granny!

I will be a singer!

- And what about the diary? - What diary?

I'll get some coffee.

But I'll go to the vending machine.

It looks like they have the same ladle for everything.

Do you want some?

Burdukovskaya.

Look.

What's between you and Ursul?

Nothing. I just prepare him for the enrollment.

That's what I thought. You're too nerd and frump for him but don’t be down.

Someone will see you.

Will see something in you.

But he will need glasses.

Or a binocular.

Hi.

Can you get me a coffee?

Girls like you

should have their coffee in the morning. In bed.

I'm not that type who drinks coffee in bed.

Unless I had some drinks in the night.

Then I invite you to my favorite spot.

Kris, do you know where my rake comb is?

Kris?

Lekha, where are you?

LEKHA

You're my little precious thing. Come to me, quickly.

You're my cutie. You're my cute Lesha.

Let's start with the most interesting part.

I came to the auditions.

YEAR 2010

Albina.

It's very beautiful.

I can't take my eyes off. And ears.

Number 48. Vershinina Angelica.

Hello.

Are you sure it's 48? She has all 95.

Girls, it's clear that all of you

are coming to the second round.

It'll take place this Saturday, right here.

But with the audience.

I was so happy.

For the first time the saw not an invisible fat girl but my talent.

Of course, I invited my grandma to see my performance.

Why is she making a fuss of you?

She already has one love.

And to keep the level of loveliness under control in this room,

you have to leave.

There we go.

You're a bad doggy.

What have you done?

Rest in peace.

And you too, buddy.

Lesha!

What?

What's the hell is this?

Lesha!

Holy crap!

This fluffy ball has got a cheek. He'll ruin my sneakers too.

Should I put them in a safe than?

It's just my little darling guessed right that these shoes chafed my feet.

I wouldn't have thrown them away but now I can buy new heels.

Am I right, my sweetie? You're my dog.

You're my good doggy.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.

Girls, you're first.

- We? - Yes. Vyacheslav asked not to tell you.

It's a surprise. You and Albina will perform as a duet.

Okay, then.

Who will go on stage first? Me or Albina?

Likusya, it's a big day for you.

You're the principal and only voice.

And Albina will be the body.

Remember Glukoza? She sang and the toon was on screen instead of her.

You'll be singing off stage,

and Albina has her on mission, to open her little mouth in time.

I can be on stage and sing with my own voice.

You haven't seen me at home in front of the mirror.

It doesn't matter who's on stage when your voice is gonna touch people's hearts.

Is it okay?

- Okay. - Our first competitor is Albina.

Grandma always taught me to be honest.

And when I saw her, my level of honesty skyrocketed.

Why are you on stage, you cow?

I want that everybody knows the truth about your competition.

Who wants your truth? Get off stage. Now!

You think? We'll see it now.

My dear friends, let's vote.

Who wants to see her on stage?

A beautiful girl but without a voice.

What about me?

I'm actually glad how it all turned out.

Without that

disaster on stage it would have been a disaster in my life.

And I would have chosen the wrong trade.

We're done for today. It was VJ Ursul and his charming tutor Zhenya.

- At what time are we meeting? - Ad usual at the same time tomorrow.

I mean Vivaldi.

I can't go out tonight. I got things to do at work.

Likusya, is that all?

You forgot about the diary.

I didn't forget.

I've almost got to that point.

Don't cry.

Everything will be alright.

It won't.

I'm sixteen.

And this diary has only sad stories and no funny one.

You need to destroy the thing that keeps bad memories.

Let's...

burn your diary?

And you'll start with a clean sheet.

I had my doubts for a long time.

But granny set an example and burned her own diary.

What?

Wait, what?

- What did your grandma burn? - Her diary.

But you know,

grandma was right because after that my life changed.

I got into the uni and met all of you.

Let me introduce myself.

The new but very tired presenter for radio Love Music FM.

Sorry, I haven't called you. I was on the auditions all day and I'm tired.

Congratulations.

I'll forgive you if you eat everything from your plate.

To the kitchen, now.

- Hi. - Hello.

Likusya, one idea haunts my mind.

You were so close with your grandma.

- You probably cherish the memory of her. - Yes, you're right.

You know, I even refused to remodel this apartment.

Just to keep this ambiance.

But my mom forced me to leave some furniture in the attic.

Really? I've found a flat and the only furniture there is the floor.

Can I borrow some furniture for a start?

- I'll give it back, I promise. - Sure.

One moment.

It's the key for the attic.

Leontiy.

Only you can save Kristina's and mine

caravel of love.

Let him bite you, mom will get angry and kick this saboteur

and home wrecker right in his fat butt.

Only for my fatherly feeling to you.

Let's do it.

Okay. Thank you.

Father.

Come on, fluffy, bite him.

Leonardo, can you piss him off somehow?

Come on.

You're ugly.

Look, can you bite yourself?

- No, I can't hurt myself. - Why?

If I could I would do waxing at home.

But I have to spend money and go to a beauty studio.

- What the hell? - Relax.

Alena, take your purses to your dates.

If Ursul sees it with me he'll think I borrowed it from you.

VJ URSUL AT GORKY PARK

Dang! Have you lost your mind, dancer? You split my lip.

Boys, have you quarreled over the remote again?

Your crazy fluffy thing attacked us. Look. Show them your hand.

He bit him and split my lip. Look, look.

So did the dog leap with full turn and split your lip?

Stop talking rubbish, it's a human bite.

Darling,

if you don't tell me the truth which I will find out,

there will be no dessert for you for a month.

It was him.

He wanted to set up the dog.

Him and Kristina have a love triangle. She, Lekha and the dog.

And I wanted to save their feelings.

He's a liar. It's all nonsense.

He's lying. The dog bit him and he went off his nut.

Kristina, dear, haven't you bought rabies shots?

My poor thing. I hope this beast didn't bite you out of jealousy?

The hell? What jealousy?

And what's all this fuss about?

What's with all this Jaws thing and hysteria?

And why are you treating him like you don't have a boyfriend.

You even called him Lekha!

I mean...

I want to be him.

I don't want to wear a bow.

Well, I want to go out with you.

I want your attention.

That's what I wanted. You understand it now?

I actually hate this dog.

He stinks, his hair's everywhere.

Let's give him to may grandpa in Saratov.

The dog can chase geese if they don't stamp him out.

I'm sorry.

You said you would prepare for your exams.

I just wanted to get some fresh air.

I really hoped you would come.

Why do you need this test?

I was surprised by your words.

What's between you and Ursul?

Nothing. I just prepare him for the enrollment.

That's what I thought.

If you hadn't come knowing I have another date,

I would have understood that you just prepare me for the exams.

But you are here.

And it means that I'm here.

I'll have to wait for the whole year to hear Vivaldi because of this test.

I bet it won't be that long.

Timur! It's the best thing that could happen.

I was very afraid to marry Volodya,

although he said it doesn't matter how I'll become after the wedding.

But I was nervous.

And then came this happy but uneasy day of our wedding...