I sit behind the compound, not looking away from heracles work. The husband came home, something looked around the room and disappeared in the sorting.

Some time passes, a suffocating sweet smell begins to spread. Well, I think a toilet spray. It was like splashing to make me smell so through the corridor in the room. And the smell is so ugly, the essence smells straight.

I burn without looking, I begin to scream:
- Stop watering the sorting spray, I'm suffocating here!

The husband runs:
- Dear, wake up and take your eyes off the monitor: I brought you a bouquet of sirens!

The Holy Man. How he lives with me.