I went out in a snowstorm to bring medicine to my grandmother, and by a ridiculous accident ended up in a place I didn’t know on the highway. And he mistook me for a representative of the ancient profession.
“Don’t talk to strange men, Kseniа,” my grandmother advised me as she read me “Little Red Riding Hood,” and “Never, do you hear me—never get into their car!”
Sorry, Grandma, but I turned out to be an недолуга granddaughter and did everything the other way around, landing in the paws of a dissolute Wolfman.