- Where are we going? She rolls out onto the track.

- To the shopping center, I need to see the furniture, - I say, - maybe we can buy something else.

- Oh, Yulia, when was the last time you and I went shopping together like this?

“Never.” I shake my head. “Or oh-oh-oh-very long time ago. And you, by the way, have not changed at all, - I look at her. “You always seem to be eighteen.”

- Husband, children, school, kindergartens, fitness, three times a year at sea ... - she says. - Never get old. Besides, I'm only twenty-seven, what an old age. Wow, you confused...