USSR, Moscow. The evening was cool, but at the same time the atmosphere was filled with warmth. After all, it was an evening of meeting with my beloved girl. The informal punk guy Seraphim, deeply in love, decided to come to her with flowers. He stood in front of the door of her apartment, worried and impatiently waiting for his beloved to open the door and rejoice at his visit. But minutes passed, and the door did not open. The informal began to get nervous. It’s so unclear why she doesn’t answer the doorbell. And then, finally, the door opened. But she wasn't the one who came out. A gopnik appeared from behind the door, a cigarette sparkling in his teeth and a cheerful smile on his face. From behind him came loud sounds of music, voices, and laughter. There was clearly a party going on in the apartment. Seraphim did not know what to do. He stood with flowers in his hands, feeling strange and awkward in this environment. Gopnik stared at him with surprise in his eyes and asked: “Why did the informal idiot come and why do you need flowers?”