Klim considered himself lucky and easily agreed to play along with fate in yet another lottery, so on a bet he volunteered to invite along the first person he met to his dacha. Well— the fifth person, because five is Klim’s cherished winning number. But this time, fortune betrayed its darling. Could an awkward, bespectacled, oddly dressed, nondescript girl become his fate?.. Meanwhile, fortune had its own plans.