And I'm starting to grow tired of Olga Nikolaevna's perfect supergirls, all those whitest Christinas and moustached Varvaras, that are comprehensively precise embodiment of fanfiction term "Mary Sue". I'm generally okay with them, but not when I crave to learn more about the newly discovered planet and its society and figuring out the contact formula and troubles the expedition is facing (of which Larionova speaks astonishingly well, almost like the Strugatsky brothers) and am given another description of how all the boys fall for one girl.