A beautiful sunny morning, I am standing at the stop. I am not alone, my grandmother has been sleeping somewhere since Sunday morning. Her phone rings. “Yes. My granddaughter called well. Oh, how is it, and what is it? Sasha, of course I will translate, you know I have a black day. How are you that? Do you mean on the new car that your mother and father gave you on your birthday in May? It is not your fault. Yes, of course, I will do everything, now I will come to the box and send it. Can you tell me how is the man? Did not marry? And Uncle Fedy drinks all and chases Lovka? This is a parasite. Are they calling you? “Call back, call back.” I thought that my grandmother was getting divorced for money. She went, of course, told her about a possible divorce, and that she would call her grandson back first. And she said to me, “Dear, so I have no grandchildren and never had them.”