I cannot share. In short, my daughter met a guy on the Internet. A week in mail. Studying in the militia. Two weeks of communication. have never seen. Today my eternally hungry student complained to him that food was just pasta. Half nine in the night. He sits and prepares for exams.

Suddenly this guy calls her (never seen!) and says:
Go out! Pepper brought you.

I ask her, raw or cooked. He says cooked. He said he would not leave until he fed her.

What happened, I don’t know yet, the phone is silent. Now, probably, he sits down and decides what to do: go for pellet or pasta to eat. She said no one had come to her date before. with the pellets.