The village chief Nikolayev was the last one to squeeze into the house, but when he saw one of the young women exposing her pale flesh, he couldn't help but turn pale and exclaimed in shock, "Katyusha? What are you doing here, what, what is this?"
He stomped his feet in anger and urgency, obviously greatly disappointed.
Katyusha, the prettiest, gentlest, and kindest girl in Rakim Village, whom Nikolayev had intended to introduce to his nephew, a university student. It was supposed to be a match of talents and beauty, a pleasant topic of conversation.
But now, the village loafer's indecent and chaotic party had completely destroyed the kindest and gentlest persona, plunging this girl from a beautiful impression into an unforgivable hell.
Obviously having heard rumors of the village chief's intentions to introduce her to his talented nephew, the village beauty, pig-like, quickly covered her face, screaming in shame and anger.
"Nikolayev... no, it's not me! Don't look!"
