How unique do we strive to be and what does it have to do with jeans in the USSR?

One memory stands out when I think of my childhood. In it I spread the new clothes my father brought me neatly on my bed. There are sweaters, blouses, dresses, and a pair of jeans. It’s the beginning of the 1980s, I live in Moscow, USSR, and I am one of the few with a parent who travels abroad. I keep those clothes on the bed for as long as I can…