I can go to a cold Siberian city to sign an employment contract, and I can successfully sign a deal for a fake engagement—I can, I know how, and I practice it successfully. I never knew, when I flew out of Moscow, that I’d end up as a hostage to circumstances and have to play the roles of both a happy lover and a competent specialist. Will I be able to stand all that time on this cheerful business trip? And, most of all, will I be able to handle the harsh Siberian frosts—and not less harsh Siberian man?