My husband and I were introduced by a friend. She said there was a nice guy. I agreed to meet. But an hour before the goodbye blindly attacked the mantra: his legs tremble, no connected thoughts in his head. And here I sit, watching for everyone who enters the coffee shop. Five minutes before the appointed time, a full-length guy, a meter sixty, in glasses and a foolish shirt entered the cafe.



But with just one phrase he changed his mind: “Hello, are you Masha? Sorry, I’m usually a pumped two-foot blonde with blue eyes. Something is not in shape today.