I read stories about weddings and remembered a nice situation. I was invited to the wedding by the bridegroom. The bridegroom recently returned from the army, the bride was waiting, meaning rings, pigeons and a bunch of guests. Kits, Kits, and everything is calm. We come to the cafe. The first toast from the parents. The bride’s father arises: “Dear Olya and Kostiya! We congratulate you on this wonderful day.” The guests were silent, looking in shock. My wife’s name is Roma. The father realized that he was a little loathing, trying to fix the situation: “Oh, Roma! Just the bone we’ve seen more often.” Tamada “Horko” shouted, as if it had removed the situation. But, as they say, the sink remains...