It was back in 1948, in the summer, Olya in a blue skirt and a white shirt, with a red bow, of course, went out into the street to buy some sweets and just take a walk, when suddenly she noticed you, approaching to you, she looks at you with contempt. “You don’t look like a comrade... where is your red ribbon? Only two kopecks were missing for it? If anyone sees it, you’ll get screwed, understand? Everything is strict here with us!”