Soviet-made denim jacket and jeans.

Hmm, this is my portrait, I am probably around 18 years old. I think actually still 17. Vladimir city's dramatic theater is a backdrop and it is in the center of the city.

My outfit consists of a Soviet-made denim jacket and jeans. The American jeans were available as contraband, but the price was prohibitive, more then my father would make in a month or even two. Some people had American jeans though... of course, they were usually spoiled children of the communist party elite.

This was one of the most flashing proofs that not all laws were applicable to all people and an immense reason of jealousy.

I was OK with what I had though.