There are times you just have to put your brave on and do it.
I was 17, I finished the gymnasium and tailor education (6 days a week guys, no joke).
I was deadly in love for the first time (with the wrong man, unfortunately), so I left the sewing machine and got a work in a little juice/ conserve fabric in the kolkhoz (which stands for collective in post-Soviet Union).
The job was pretty fun: pumpkin juice with orange extract was the most delicious thing I knew and scrubbing horseradish was the best vaccine against everything .
There was some heavy lifting too – but that was piece of cake comparing pushing the heavy food/ sh*t loads in pig or cow farm where I used to help my mother.
Well, I must underline that not everything was shitty in soviet union (therefore I understand why the youth in Russia have star crush on Putin).
There were those cultural/ sports events.