Loves me, loves me not, she’ll spit, she’ll kiss… Poor women for most of their lives are doomed to these kinds of divinations. All the time they search for a prince, a hero, a knight, a husband—whom, if they’re lucky enough to find him, they still have to learn how to keep. Katya Barkova was lucky: she snagged a fiancé from abroad. An American—absolutely the real thing. And she didn’t even need to make any special efforts—her friends did everything. They found a candidate, wrote to him, invited him to visit. And here he is, right on time—handsome imported man. And he’s in a hurry to play wedding… Only why is he in such a hurry? Where is he rushing? Evidently, something is rotten there—in that American kingdom—if he agrees to take a bride from Russia without even looking. Besides, Katya doesn’t care anymore. Too late to refuse. They put her on a plane and… off she goes—for women’s happiness!