She is an ordinary girl: pretty, independent, and pleasantly plump in moderation. What else… Ah, a light temperament, a strong character—Nordic, you know. Sense of humor and living space provided—meaning a whole bedroom of her own in her father’s two-room apartment.
Modest? Well, as they say, happiness isn’t for the one who has a lot, but for the one who has enough. And no need for rich macho types for Ksyusha: “We’ll lay it out softly—then you’ll sleep hard.”
He… oh… Hermann was absolutely self-sufficient, successful, and endlessly confident that nothing could shake his comfortable, neatly planned, perfectly controlled by him, Hermann, existence. They both were wrong.