Larissa has already defined a goal for herself. Job invitations came across almost every corner, but mostly painters, mechanics, and janitors were needed. The girl visited Moscow institutions from morning to night, but - alas! Even where a vacancy for a secretary or at least an assistant clerk was discovered, the personnel departments pursed their lips skeptically: no special education, no experience, no Moscow registration - sorry, you are not suitable for us. In the evenings, Larisa would often cry into her pillow, but in the morning she would rush back to search. Three weeks later there were no more tears left, just stubbornness. After all, her certificate is almost “golden”, she must be lucky someday! Returning “home”, she took off her shoes with pleasure, kept her buzzing feet in the warm water for a long time and fell into sleep, as if into a dark abyss. Nelya brought some “useful” guests almost every evening, flirted, laughed, charmed, but Larisa, tired to death, did not even hear the fun in the next room. Only three hours later she woke up from unbearable hunger and wandered to the kitchen.