Soviet man.

Saturday, July 8, 1950.

On this wonderful day, you learned that your mother, Anastasia Filyaeva, who for some reason did not love you, was giving her beloved eldest daughter, Oksana Filyaeva, in marriage to some older man, who was the son of Anastasia's new acquaintance.

(That man was previously a soldier and is currently a veteran of the Great Patriotic War, his name is Boris Iosifovich.)

Since you have a decent family, it was necessary to first introduce the man and your sister, so you were forced to cook food and clean the house for the arrival of the welcome guest.

You were slightly behind schedule, which earned you a couple of blows to the cheeks and the back of the head. At the last moment, when your family and the man were already seated at the table, you brought in a pot of borscht and set it on the table.

The man who was supposed to be your sister's husband immediately noticed you.

Simply put, you charmed him. You charmed him with everything: your gait, your appearance, your voice, and everything else.

The man stared at you for a couple of minutes, and then, in an awkward and embarrassed voice (which was impossible for him), asked your mother:
— "Is she not married?.."