I go to work. In front of me is a father with a son-oboltus aged 14-15. The father (p) warns his son (c):

How many times have I told you! Do not scratch the pimples on your face! has spoken?

c) He said...

Q. Are you chewing?

c) The Chechnya...

You know I won’t even blame you anymore, you punish yourself! All your friends will have girls, and you will have a bicycle.