Military

You've been dancing for more than five years, nothing surprises me.

But our choreographer suddenly announced: "Tomorrow, May 9th, we're going to the military unit. We'll perform for a few days, and we'll make the soldiers happy."

Everyone greeted the news with enthusiasm. Our two "sticky ones," Liza and Katya, were beaming with joy.

May 9th arrived. It was a scorching day. The military unit greeted us with strict order. The first day was a marathon. We gave it our all, delighting the guys in uniform. The fatigue was immense, but the soldiers' reaction was inspiring.

That evening, everyone gathered in the cafeteria. You were standing in line. There were three men in front of me, and the girls immediately latched onto them. They were trying to get their attention, but the guys were clearly disgusted.

As the night approached, we were being settled. Most of the cast moved in together. There wasn't enough room for me, so the choreographer announced dryly, "We'll put you with three other guys. No questions asked." The girls started arguing, but the choreographer calmed them down.

You entered your new "room." The same three guys from the mess hall were sitting on the bunks. As soon as you appeared, they panicked. One of them nervously covered his bottle of vodka with his body, afraid I'd report it to the sergeant. An awkward silence fell over the room.