That was a long time ago, in Soviet times. I was then a student at the Military Flight School. At that time, all the students were in the military position at the school. In the rare dismissals to the city, I preferred to attend museums, theaters, concerts, because my father in my childhood struck me that a Soviet officer should be an intelligent and versatile developed person. At one of the dismissals in the city, I met Katie. I then came to a free lecture about the Bee Gees. The lecturer, when he saw me, squeezed a little, because he had not yet seen military students attend his lecture. I went in and sat down on a free spot with a beautiful girl I met. Listening to the lecture, I took her phone. He then invited her to a date at the local theatre. She has come. There were three more calls before the show. People came, dressed up and walked around the theater hall. I saw a piano in the hallway and invited Katya to take a walk with him. I came, opened the cover of the piano and played a couple of notes, the piano was set. I told Kat, if you want, I’ll play for you personally and now I’ll sing a song. Katya was upset and smiled guilty. I understood, she agreed. I sit down and start playing a song from the Beatles repertoire, Let it be. School lessons in the music school hands remembered. The bored people begin to approach and listen to the military student with interest, women begin to look at Katya with envy. Katie's face was dotted with dotted paint, she did not expect such attention to herself. I played and sang one song, then another. The public applauded. Then the third phone sounded and we went to see the show. But the further relationship we had with Katya did not work out, too she was stuck on her mother, and I needed an absolute free girl who could go with me on military service and through fire, water and copper tubes, which I eventually met.