“... Sergei raised his head, but looked not at Lelya, but somewhere into space. “Well, don’t turn away!” – Lelya shouted. “The last thing left is the bra.” Attention! R-time! - Lelya pulled off her bra, straightened up, turned her shoulders and pulled them back slightly, as professionals do... And only now Sergei spoke: - You've got goosebumps! - What? – Lelya didn’t understand. “Well, the pimples are from the cold.” The heat here is bad. Why are you humiliating yourself? – There was no notation in Sergei’s voice, only sympathy, or rather, pity. - And you have to undress for love, and not just like that, Lelya! And Lelya... Lelya sobbed, first quietly, and then louder, and then the tears began to flow..."