On the wave of fairy tales from kindergartens and schools, I will tell my story of meeting my wife.

We met in the kindergarten, in the younger group. The parents brought us one after the other, and we shared the first wardrobes in the dressing room, alongside our towels in the toilet and beds in the bedroom, which, by the way, were adjacent. On the first day we were so close together that we exchanged cowards at a quiet hour. That same day we beat a girl who was running around the beds with her naked ass during that same quiet hour. Then they both stood in the corner.

Our fate was then predetermined. We went to the same school, university.

P.S Since then, I have not changed my underwear.