June 17, Saturday, Saratov.
"Huaisen! Huaisen!"
When Huaisen dragged his exhausted body home, clutching a few withered potatoes, his wife Veronica rushed out of the kitchen, her face bright with joy as she pulled out a brand-new five Rubles coupon, "Look Huaisen, we have money now!"
"Where did the money come from?" Huaisen removed his sweat-soaked hemp clothes and wiped his body with a towel. "Did Father Ganchalov bring it?"
"No! It's a subsidy from The Kingdom! Three Rubles for children, five for adults, every citizen gets money!"
Huaisen was skeptical, not that he doubted his wife, but the idea of The Kingdom distributing subsidies to the common people was unheard of and seemed unreal.
Yet the five Rubles coupon in his wife's hand, still smelling faintly of ink, was undeniably real.
