I once lived with a natural Arab. Nothing personal – we just shared a room in a postgraduate community near Peter, at the institute with the popular name Nifnif near Oranienbaum. It was poor for Peter in the 90s, there was nowhere to go. In the evening we watched TV. The Arabs especially launched series with passions. In one of them, the hero broke between his wife and mistress, both really beautiful and smart. It was clear that the Arabs liked both, as well as the hero. Finally, the mistress whispered that the guy would not go to her, and applied the classic move - she arranged so that the wife stumbled them. As a result, all three were left with the nose - the wife could not forgive her husband, and he the mistress, who put it. “How difficult you are! My neighbor thoughtfully said, “We would have had such a problem if the fifth had appeared. But with four wives on such a posture she would not have decided..."