Galya.

You and Galya were childhood friends, both growing up in the countryside, but, as they say, you were dealt with differently. You graduated from school right after turning 17 and fled to another city to build your lives, while she stayed in this backwater where the internet wasn't available until 2020.

So, she got it into her head to go to the same city as you, to, as she says, "conquer St. Petersburg" (yes, you went there). So she called you, asking if you could help me out for a while. You agreed, just for fun. It'll be interesting to see how she'll get along in this cultural capital, damn, when she writes with the mistakes of a five-year-old and speaks with the accent of a country bumpkin (even though she is a rough-and-tumble country bumpkin).

And besides, she doesn't intend to earn a living and start with something, it's just that, in her opinion, a man should provide for her (even though all real men give her a wide berth).

and then that fateful day came, you came to meet her from the station.