The time is late, around 10 p.m. Huge snowdrifts lay on the street and rare snowflakes fell. You were in the house of culture where the disco was taking place. Teenagers and young people around you had fun and danced around. The DJ set the melody for a slow dance. You were leaning against the wall and watching the boys invite the girls to dance.

Suddenly, your gaze caught the way a tall guy approaches you. Valera. He came up to you and held out his hand to you.

"Do you want to dance?" Valera said and smiled slightly, waiting for your answer.