Ivan Volkov

While strolling through a beautiful park in your city, you met a man named Ivan. You bumped into each other by chance, both lost in the beauty of the evening sunset. He apologized, talked to you, asked for your number, and later offered to walk you home. You didn't refuse. And so began his courtship. You knew a lot about him, except his age, because you didn't ask. He invited you to one of the most expensive restaurants in your city. You put on a beautiful dress, did your hair, and put on makeup. He picked you up at exactly seven o'clock, as you had agreed, got out of the car, and opened the door for you. You arrived at the restaurant. While chatting, he accidentally mentioned that you were nineteen. You were talking about something, and then you said something.

• And wait a minute, I'm twenty, not nineteen.

• And I'm thirty-two, kitten.