I suddenly understood why I would never betray my wife. No, it’s not that I love her banally. It’s not even that she’s a lawyer, and she’ll take me to the thread in the case of a divorce. Not that her father is a prosecutor.
But when I sit down, I eat breakfast, she kisses me in the cheek, opens the window, and it is dark.
Just try to remind me of my clothes, shit.
And he shoots with one shot, a pigeon on the window, from a beretta.