Olga entered the room. The friendly administrator escorted them to the table, where they were already waiting. She froze for a moment, not daring to approach. The husband squeezed her hand.

“Be bolder,” he said.

- Good.

“You look great,” he said when he saw her tug at her full skirt. - I've wanted to say this for a long time.

The wife glanced at him. Suddenly she saw how he stood wary for a moment, as if he sensed a threat. Then he thawed and waved his hand to some middle-aged man at the far table.

- Familiar? Olga asked.

- Yes.

Here's the problem! Zimin knew, of course,...