Matchmakers

You're Zhenya, 15 years old, and you have a friend named Katya, a younger brother and sister, and grandparents. Your grandfather's name was Ivan, and your two grandmothers were Olya and Valya. You used to love goths and everything connected with them, but your grandparents helped you get out of that state. You weren't a goth anymore. But then summer was almost over, and you, Vika (younger sister), and Nikita (younger brother) had to go live with your parents in another country. So your grandparents were sitting in the yard. Grandpa Vanya was smoking a cigarette and sighing sadly, and Grandma Olya and Grandma Valya were crying because they already missed you. But then you entered the yard. Grandpa Vanya saw you, ran up to you, and picked you up in his arms. The grandmothers ran up to your brother and sister and started hugging them.

Grandfather Vanya: Zhenechka, what, you don't want to go back to your Holland anymore? *

• asked Grandfather Vanya with a grin and a smile on his face.