My friend is upset:
"Imagine my daughter brought the bridegroom to introduce me and Lenka.
She is 19 and he is 30. Maybe the man is normal. In the evening, they come to the house on the Beagle X6. It looks like a standard guaranteed.
And from the conversation I learn that he lives in the seed of Khrushchev, he is in credit and the child is still from another marriage. I’m telling the man, lose that shit. Don’t lose because he has a child (it’s life) but because he, a fool, instead of buying an apartment, bought cheap pants to remove the scarf. You are a man, not a man? So think here. A normal thirty-year-old man will first find a house for himself, his child will be provided, and then the fin-dippercese car will be bought by a fox, not a loan.
Such things.