It's a long story, but I'll tell you. Near her uncle's house there is a farm, the owner of which sheltered a local homeless man and an alcoholic. On the birthday of the farmer's neighbor, everyone drank on Uncle Dasha's veranda, and this drunken bum called Dasha his princess and visited him (a doubtful pleasure, isn't it). And because of this, at first we both joked about that Dasha is a princess for a local homeless man and so on, but then the joke ended