Illustration by Nick Kulikovsky
It's early spring. It's fresh. All the girls are anticipating something important, joyful...
Zara and I had already practiced in the morning in the institute hall, boxed a bit, wrestled, showered, and decided to go out refreshed to get some air before sitting in a stuffy room for hours of boring lectures. We entered a small park that hadn't changed since Soviet times. The same flowerbed, surrounded by bricks sticking out randomly at the corners. There have been no flowers there for a long time, only weeds. Nearby is a dilapidated fountain that no one has ever seen in use, but rainwater always collects there. There are remains of a pedestal by the fountain, and it is said that a statue of a girl with an oar once stood there.
We sit on a bench and dream...
And then a stroke of ‘luck’ – Nina Sharova and Tanya Kruglova, university seniors, appear in the park. Both have large breasts, big butts, and every move they make is a mannered display of their