“Marina loved to travel. I loved preparing for the trip. In advance. Per month. Better for two. She liked to pack her own bag, separate from her parents’, and liked to spend a long time and carefully choosing the toys that she would take with her. And dresses. Marina had a lot of dresses. Relatives on my mother's side were scattered throughout the Soviet Union. It so happened that Marina turned out to be the youngest in the family, and parcels with gifts regularly arrived from all over the country. Not only new, but also high-quality, sometimes even imported and almost new, from which older cousins suddenly grew up. While packing her bag, Marina remembered that yesterday her father’s colleague gave her an “Inspiration” chocolate bar. This chocolate was very tasty. And scarce. They didn’t buy it, they got it. Unlike the nasty candy bars, which for some reason were called chocolate and were sold everywhere, but were completely tasteless..."