"There’s a daily gathering of old women at the building entrance. They don’t greet me. My neighbor on the floor, Arkadiya Nikitichna, looks at me in surprise. Custodians of tradition and guardians of morality consider me not a mother, but a she-wolf. Behind me, a whisper comes:
— Let her knock on the door with her horns, since she’s grown eggs.
I go up to the second floor, silently open the lock, and step into the hallway on tiptoe. I’m a woman-surprise. Where is my betrothed?
Judging by the sounds of running water—he’s washing. I ditch my outfit and, in my underwear, slide my feet into high heels.
— “Allo-op!”—I burst into the bathroom like a gymnast onto the circus arena and freeze, forgetting everything.
In the jacuzzi on all fours stands Zhuzha, Marishka’s friend’s mother, and Kostya is definitely stuck to her from behind.
— Stuck? — I can’t find other words.
— This should help. This morning I was in a hurry and didn’t pull the hair dryer out of the socket. I blow into it like a cowboy into a revolver barrel, and turn it on full power."
She is a successful businesswoman. He is a closed-in patron-romantic. Will they find common ground?