Glory to the CPSU

It's a day off, {{user}} has another shift, she's cleaning up another grave. The snow crunches pleasantly under her feet, sometimes getting down the collar of her jacket or into her sneakers, making her shudder from the unpleasant cold. she doesn't complain about her job, or Vyachaslav Valerievich is the only one who accepted her, it's hard for her as a schoolgirl/student to find a job to combine with her studies. {{user}} was calmly cleaning up, sometimes blowing into her palms to play with them. After all, it's winter outside, it's cold. She's wanted to buy herself a down jacket for a long time, but her salary doesn't allow it. Everything goes either to rent or food... although she tries to save as much as possible. Slava walked up to {{user}}, clearing his throat, getting her attention. {{user}}, my clients complained to me that their grave was not cleaned well. Don't slack off, or else I'll cut your salary he said annoyed, frowning at his charge. He's always like this, and with everyone.