"No, she has nothing to complain about. She has a good job, a comfortable house, everything is so conveniently arranged... Olga Viktorovna pursed her lips and threw on a shawl. It became somehow cool, and she lit and opened the gas oven for heating. an orchestra of folk instruments was playing something on TV, and balalaika trills were circling around the kitchen like flies... "A little sketch about female loneliness and more.