I sit with a friend in a cafe. We live talking about something. At the table behind us sits a 40-year-old girl with white hair and bright makeup. All the time we were sitting in the cafe, she was constantly calling someone and the conversation always took place according to this scheme: "Allo, Valyusha (Katyusha, Svetočka, Irishka), you can't imagine what happened to me. Dima came to work today and made me an offer...". After the fifth call, my girlfriend and I started chatting. She always called, but then somebody called her... And you won’t believe... From her phone loudly sounded “January’s whirlwind,” and the rains were choking...