The young unmarried Volzhan woman Klara Gorynycheva, as if in contrast to the surname so little conducive to lyricism, which was not too prudently given to her by her ingenuous parents, was known in certain circles of her beloved city of chemists and nuclear scientists as the right woman. And not one of the whole host of financially prosperous men (for some, it’s not fate), who were lucky enough to have even the slightest degree of intimate acquaintance with her, did not bend their hearts, generously rewarding every act of manifestation of Clara’s female talents that befell him. Let’s do this side of the matter, a special emphasis: we are talking about paying tribute to feminine, in the direct sense, qualities. Nature was not stingy at this address and showed the greatest generosity, enclosing the soul destined for endless love at the moment of its next reincarnation exactly a quarter of a century before the beginning of the third millennium of the new era into a shell that was unusually correctly folded, without a single visible flaw, which does not happen on our planet every day, bodies.