Irina Bobrova, a lonely woman in her thirties, was a romantic of a special kind: everything she thought about and dreamed of she embellished with her imagination so vividly that it became hard for her to accept everyday life. Her colleagues listened to her stories about generous handsome admirers, and envied Irina’s happy fate. Some believed her, others laughed at her oddities. But at some point, her love stories began to sound more realistic—and the skeptics started to wonder: wasn’t it really true that the young lady had a romance? It was true. Only the second participant in this love story didn’t suspect anything, because he had never noticed the girl in the window across the way. But one day…