“...She entered the store alone. New Year's Eve, half an hour before closing. An ordinary Moscow girl, dressed in modest jeans. The saleswomen pursed their lips together, but the customer did not seem to notice their contempt. She looked at the sable with interest. I touched the chinchilla in admiration. She gently stroked the mink. She took the fur coat off the hanger, wrapped herself in the fur, and proudly raised her charming head in front of the mirror. The fur coat suited the girl, New Year’s stars lit up in her eyes. The buyer looked at the price tag. She sadly shook her head. “She won’t buy it in her life,” I thought. And at that moment she headed to the checkout with a determined face...”