When I was 12, the whole small military town was shocked by the news – Larissa from the eighth is pregnant, and does not know which of the two. The school in the city is one, so about "the whole city" - not an exaggeration, and the times were such that a pregnant minor was an extremely rare and shocking case.

In general, even those parents who until recently were embarrassed to talk to puppies about pesticides and pineapples, understood: they will still have to. My mom, who even thought the word “shoulder” was terribly disgraceful, red and pale, told something about eggs and sperm, a neighbor, a lieutenant colonel, showed wisdom and organizational abilities and called a school teen doctor from a local clinic to read a lecture on scientific research.

In general, the story is not flaming, if not one "but". Twenty years have passed, and the same Larisa now leads a social organization that demands to ban sex education classes in schools because they corrupt children!