Boris Strugatsky, Arkady Strugatsky. Monday begins on Saturday (№ 455702)

Everyone jumped up. It was as if I had scored the decisive goal in a cup match. They rushed at me, they salivated my cheeks, they hit me on the back and neck, they threw me on the sofa and fell down themselves. “Clever girl!” Edik yelled. “Head!” Roman roared. “But I thought you were a fool with us!” The rude Korneev kept saying.