Purchased materials for repairs in a construction hypermarket. I go out with a cart to the parking lot and see this picture: a man and a woman load their car next to me, and their son is five years old, knocking a stick on my car. The parents, seeing me, pretend that everything is okay and continue to load.

To make an observation is useless – “the child of the angry bird,” beating is not our method. So I take a plastic cable channel and start knocking on their car.

“Onazemat” was instantly jealous: What are you doing?

As well as your child.

She is a child: Go away. Uncle is stupid.

They sit in the car and leave.

“Illy” is fucking.