Is it a button or a gem?

The young man was bored. The manager told me not to appear in the kitchen for a whole week. The young man, of course, asked a question about the reason, but in response he only received a sly oriental smile and there was no point in insisting on an answer. There were not enough interesting events in the city at that time and Victor decided to go to one interesting place. Rather, this event involved visiting several interesting places. I mean the Night of Museums event. However, this place was interesting for Victor's brother, an archaeologist, and Victor himself was never particularly interested in antiquities. My brother bought a subscription to this event a long time ago, but did not have time to use it. Therefore, in order not to waste money, Victor decided to take a walk in the museums that evening. The Arsenyev Museum was the fourth one he visited. By this time, the young man was already tired and decided that he needed to return home. However, in the end, I decided to still go over the floors of the museum. He wanted to pass the hall of shamanism, but his eyes caught on the wooden figurines. Lazily shifting his gaze from figure to figure, he saw an object that shook him. The shock was so great that my heart skipped a beat. Among the attributes, he saw a shaman mirror - Toli! The memory returned to him completely and suddenly. It's like a book has been opened. The pages of the book turned over by themselves, the young man could only watch and listen. It was the memory of those generations that were before him, Victor. It turns out that Victor has already met a girl who had the face of Anastasia many times in his past lives. There was a wooden platform in the hall of shamanism. It was built so that visitors could lie down and look at the pictures painted on the ceiling while lying down. The Tree of Life, a real tree, which was installed next to the platform, complemented the picture and almost rested against the painted ceiling. Victor lay down on the platform. However, it was not the cycle of life in the shamanic interpretation that interested him now, he saw himself and Anastasia, or as Mr. Kunst called her then - Xi. Ages changed, but one thing was unchanged in each birth, they could not stay together. The first meeting of a white slave and Princess Xi took place in the ancient city of Yongmingchen. V was a white slave to an evil shaman-sorcerer. The shaman taught V and made him summon spirits. Tolya's shamanic mirror was especially often in the hands of a white slave. It helped Wee learn the language of birds and animals. And shamanic mirrors were sewn onto the shaman's clothes if a battle with the spirits of an enemy tribe was coming. Remembering, Victor fell into a kind of trance, he came to himself from the fact that he was called out and asked to leave. The night of the museums ended and Victor went home.
At home, Victor discovered that his phone was dead. After charging the phone, he read a message from his brother and rushed around the apartment.
A message came, Victor's brother reminded that on Wednesday, that is, today, he and his girlfriend are returning home. It was decided to throw a comeback party. Naturally, mom and dad were also invited. The girl with whom the brother flew to Thailand was not yet introduced to Victor's parents. Right now, at a party, such an opportunity should have presented itself. Victor was a little worried, he wanted to look decent that evening. Victor had a favorite shirt that he thought suited him. Taking a shirt out of the closet, the young man was upset, one button was missing on the shirt. And suddenly Victor remembered the last words of Mr. Gustav Kunst before they parted forever. Mr. Kunst said something about a green button and a casket of great-aunt Victor.
Victor knew roughly where the box was, but he was not sure that he would find it right away. However, the box fell straight into his hands as soon as he climbed onto the mezzanine. Going down with the box, Victor took a breath. Great-aunt loved Victor and carefully kept his things. The box that now lay in front of Victor was made by the boy himself. At a labor lesson, for International Women's Day, he himself made this box and sawed out the words "Congratulations on March 8" with a jigsaw.
Opening the box, he saw all sorts of little things that have no price, but are close to the heart of any grandmother, who is congratulated by her grandson for the holidays. Among the postcards, crafts, drawings, Victor suddenly saw the thing that Mr. Gustav Kunst was talking about. Victor took this thing, put down the box and went to the window. The green button, which he placed in his palm, sparkled like a precious stone in the rays of the sun. The button sparkled and cast beams around. Looking at the reflection, Victor suddenly calmed down, he stopped worrying. The young man just sat and looked at the button that lay in his palm. This meditation was interrupted by a phone call. The brother informed Victor that their plane had already landed and they would be home in about an hour. Victor fussed, there was an hour left, and the button was still not sewn. Surprisingly, the button fit perfectly, the rest of the buttons looked like poor orphans against its background, but there was no feeling of diversity. The moment Victor is finally onpulling on his shirt, the doorbell rang. The first to arrive were the parents, almost immediately after them came the brother with his girlfriend. The apartment was immediately filled with noise, voices, laughter - everything that Victor had been missing so much lately. The button warmed Victor through the fabric of his shirt, and with each jolt of blood, he remembered more and more. I have already begun to tell this story, and now I will tell it further. This story began even when Vladivostok did not exist on the world map. Then, on the lands where Vladivostok is now located, the eastern city with the beautiful name Yongmingchen was expanding and noisy. It was then, in unimaginable antiquity, that a white slave with the short name Vi received a precious green button from the princess, heiress of the king of Yongmingchen City. The princess's name was Si. The button was made from a precious stone. This was the beginning, the first meeting of the boy V with the girl named Xi. The ages changed, but in each rebirth, V met Xi. The age of V and Xi could be different, but not a single meeting ended happily. Something always interfered with the happiness of lovers.
Everyone sat down at the table, Victor was so distracted that even his mother noticed it. The young man knew and believed that Mr. Kunst did not waste words. He physically felt that the button made him different at one moment. Was the blood pounding in your ears, or were these the steps of a girl who was walking towards him, but could not reach him?