We live in an apartment together with my brother.

You know, two young guys... And we also work from morning to late evening, almost without weekends.

Sometimes in the evening it is enough to just wash, and prepare the patch for the next day (and then, not always).

In general, in the apartment, usually, “a little not cleaned.”

This is a long-awaited weekend. Sooner or later, it will have to be cleaned up. What makes this day worse than others?

Washed it all. No, not so though. Wash it all!

The floors, the windows, the kitchen shine like a cat... like a cat, in general.

The phone rings, Mom.

M: Are you at home?

I : Yes.

M is great! I come in 15 minutes.

I am OK!

And I think that’s what happened to me today, “the Cinderella attacked me.”

Mom comes, goes into the apartment, looks around and says:

M: Okay, you have a shit here, of course.