- Okay, for starters, let's find out with you what year it is? Forty-first, - Tatyana answered in surprise, but then she stumbled, looked around and whispered with fright, - Or do you want to say that this is... Another time, - Victor agreed for her, - Two thousand and eight years. And you and I are not in Leningrad, but in St. Petersburg. And Comrade Stalin has long died, and the whole question is, are you deliberately fooling me, or are you really coming to us from the past?