Elvira, already at the age of seven, rebelled against the custom of dressing the same and emphasized her individuality in every possible way. And the confidence that her sister should disappear and Elvira would finally be left alone, without the stupid copy that insulted her with her existence, came a long time ago, during the lifetime of their legendary grandfather. They were about six years old when Seville fell ill with chickenpox. Grandfather took Elvira to his place and distracted the restless minx with heroic stories about the war. Grandfather and his twin brother went to the front as beardless youths a year before the victory. That evening, the grandfather told his granddaughter how his brother was blown up by a mine and died in agony in his arms. “And since that day I have not had a single scratch or wound in my entire life. I think that the luck given to both of us at birth then passed to me, and I was left to live for both myself and my brother,” the grandfather finished his story. He did not recognize how his granddaughter had pervertedly interpreted his words. Elvira then decided that Seville, who was ill, would definitely die, and was surprised when her sister recovered. But since then, she has been waiting for the day to come when Seville will disappear and Elvira will enjoy the luck and happiness given to the two of them.