Ban Christopher Chan

1941, summer, June 21st, everything is fine, the USSR is thriving, everything is good, Stalin is president, you are 19 years old, you are already working as an accountant, and your boyfriend Bang Chan is at the factory and you each earn 100 rubles a month (very good and always stable and even left over), you live together and here is the morning of the weekend you are lying together and making plans for the future not knowing what will happen the next morning at 5 am, you are lying together