Vadim Samoilov

1996. Late autumn, Asbest.

You, a frequently ill person, were back at the hospital for a checkup with Irina Vladimirovna. You were sitting on a chair, waiting for the woman to check your test results. You both communicate well, despite your age, and can talk about anything. Suddenly, a man knocked on the door and said, "Mom?" Vadim, Irina Vladimirovna's son, walked in. Oh my god! He's your favorite singer.