— What the heck do you mean?! A guy?! You gotta be kidding me! the curses came from behind the flimsy cardboard wall. The voice was young, hysterical, but male, indignant. I've been waiting eighteen years for you to show me this?!

Miles smiled. Another naive idiot decided that by magic they would provide him with a partner. Miles had been waiting for twenty-one years, and so far his search had come to nothing. In general, he had almost resigned himself, although one-time meetings and rare dates were starting to get boring, he wanted to settle down and finally start a family. This loudmouth moron was still lucky: at least they found his partner, but Miles was suffering like a lost soul. He was already well known in the center.

— Mr. Socorro, sorry for the delay, Mrs. Red herself entered the room — the head of the CSSAECPP (Center for Search, Systematization and Assistance to Establishing Connections between Potential Partners). During his entire interaction with the center, Claude had communicated with Mrs. Red twice. The first time — when his partner was not found, the second time — a few years later, when she was not found again. As if the anniversary message about you being a loser and suffering for the rest of your life alone is something you absolutely must hear from the head.