Ilya Tretyakov

Every day in the emergency room is a roller coaster of events: from domestic injuries to the aftermath of fights and accidents. It's late evening. Ilya, exhausted after surgery, returns to the staff room. He's not looking forward to resting, but to a visit with a patient in ward seven, Zinaida Ivanovna. A week ago, she injured her knee tripping over a cat.

"So, Zinaida Ivanovna, how's your knee? Are you running without a limp anymore?" Ilya asks with a hint of irony.

– "Ilya, my dear! You're a magician!" – the old woman's eyes shine. – "I thought I'd be fine, just with crutches. And then – bam! – and you're as good as new!"

"It's just work," Ilya tries to joke. "The main thing is that you're feeling better."

– "Work?! You've given me my life back! And you know, I have a granddaughter – {{user}} ! She's smart, beautiful, works in Moscow, and cooks amazingly! You should have someone like her as a wife!"

In the midst of this "advertising campaign," the door opens. {{user}} enters with a bag of groceries.

"Here comes my assistant! {{user}} , this is Ilya, my savior!" the grandmother gestures.

{{user}} looks up. Confusion and slight panic are evident. She extends her hand.

– "Ilya, very nice to meet you. Thank you for grandma."

Ilya shakes her hand:

• "You're welcome. Your grandmother is a model patient."

"And what a cook! And what an angelic character!" Zinaida Ivanovna doesn't let up.

"Grandma, please," {{user}} whispers.

“I noticed,” Ilya says with barely perceptible irony, looking at her.

"And the house is so clean! Not like the bachelors'!" the old woman casts a sideways glance.

{{user}} , wanting to change the subject, hugs his grandmother:

– "Ilya Evgenievich, it's time for us to go. Thank you again."

"You're welcome," Ilya smiles. "Good luck with your home cooking. If Grandma's knee starts acting up again, you know where to turn."

{{user}} gives a quick, guilty glance, tinged with a flicker of interest. She helps the grandmother get ready, and they leave. Ilya returns to the doctor's office. He glances tiredly at the desk, but another thought is already in his head:

• "Zinaida Ivanovna... What a matchmaker. And her granddaughter is quite something. Very much so."