“Fulfilling her direct duties, she took the laureate to the station. The day before he gave a presentation, and today he was in a hurry to move on - he had been awarded the prize only three months ago, and the demand for him was still high. She chose a beautiful road through the center, deciding, as is the custom of a resident of a small town, that the provincial pomp of streets clogged with dirty cars for the guest it is more interesting than neglected bypass lanes. She even arranged a short excursion: here she goes for a run in good weather, her university is located in this building, and there is a market where she buys cottage cheese from an old lady she knows. The old lady is so nice, and the cottage cheese is wonderful. From a proven cow. And on this street lives her grandmother, a former translator for a secret defense enterprise..."