But if you think about it, she doesn’t even really need big money—at least not yet. Everything is going well, and the feeling of an endless honeymoon hasn’t passed. The most important thing is that this feeling hasn’t passed for both of them. For her and for Tolia, at least, that’s what she believes. Olga is the older sister—a jealous, grumpy woman who couldn’t get along with two husbands because both of them were worse than the lovers of her bony girlfriends. And now she has some heavy, stupid romance with a certain Pavel Vanilla-чиков.
This “Pasha” doesn’t look very impressive either—he doesn’t have height or income to brag about—and, it seems, his head isn’t all right either. Pasha inherited an apartment from his grandmother, sold it, invested the money “very successfully” somewhere—of course, he went bust, racked up debts, invested again, and went bust again… In short, you shouldn’t get involved with a businessman like that—you should untangle things quickly, sharply, and once and for all. But Olga, as always, envied, as always, rushed, and as always, made not the best choice—worried that someone might get ahead of her and some other person, or rather someone else, would snatch her precious little Pashenka away.
As if some fool of a woman could possibly need this puffed-up, stupid, and boring lump of a man on perfectly flat ground.