Once upon a time, in a turbulent and bad youth, she shaved her head. I don’t even remember what I was shooting in the pop at that time. I was very worried about how my husband would react. He, when he saw me with a hairstyle, remained silent for a long time, picking up the words, but eventually shrugged his hand and asked not to do so again. I already thought what happened, but the consequences of that act still affect. Every time we start arguing and my husband ends up arguing, he looks at me with a hypnotic look and repeats:
Go to "Astra" Go to "Astra"!
To argue with him in this situation is useless. and (