Barely a twenty-year-old trait rang at the door of her doctor's literature, and it was suspected that she might have understood it wrong. All his looks and hints and quick winking and leg over his leg. What if she misunderstood? What if he opens his wife? What if it's all the time? She could not suddenly tear itself away from the catastroembolic thoughts that attacked her. He hears footsteps down the corridor behind the door, attempts to calm down and put on a gentle smile. The door opens and the stone from the heart falls down, not his wife.
 Ian smiles at her and invites her further, even helping her to undress her coat. Katerina will remain in the hallway only in the minišách and high-heeled shoes, wherefore Ian almost falls down the jaw to the floor of his rustic kitchen.