Today Vera Stolz turned twenty-six years old. She woke up - as she always woke up on her birthday - in anticipation of something especially pleasant that was sure to happen to her today. She quickly jumped out of bed and, humming her favorite song, ran to the bathroom. The mood was great, and when Vera saw her reflection in the mirror, it became even better - if such a thing is even possible. Vera is pretty, there is no doubt about that. The extra year of life had no effect on her blooming girlish face, and the morning only added freshness to it. The features of her face were as if painted, and the bright light only emphasized them. For this reason, Vera almost didn’t use cosmetics - she didn’t need it. Vera was completely proud of her figure - as they say, compact, neither diminished nor added. But a holiday is a holiday, and no one canceled work - it was an ordinary day, a weekday. The usual morning bustle began - breakfast, then choose what to wear, then put on what you chose, then comb your hair, and then rush to the bus stop. You also need to go to the store and buy some cake for your colleagues. Light, fast and excited, Verochka ran out into the street. Dressed in an elegant dress, for the time being hidden under a cloak, she walked quickly, enjoying the interested glances of the men who came her way, and expecting congratulations at work.