“Lena slowly walked along the street, hunched over and gloomily looking at her guide. What's the weather like in our city? It’s just bitterly cold outside, it’s time to put on a fur coat, but no wonder, because New Year is coming soon! An icy wind is blowing, inky clouds hang overhead, threatening to wake up with sleet. And she doesn't have an umbrella. Well, the worse, the better! My soul was sick. Everything, all her dreams and hopes went to dust today. Lena felt pain, confusion and real anger, and she was angry with herself. And there was a reason: I followed Zhanka’s lead, allowed myself to be persuaded, and here you are - the result, as they say, is obvious!..”