When he got into a quarrel, he left to spend the night with his parents. I hear through my sleep, the phone rings, at 5 am (his mother).
Yes, my aunt Tan
Masha, where is Roma?
I: With you
She: Where are we?
Probably at home! Where else
She: You know, we decided to sit down with him and drink wine with Vova (Papa Roma). I just ate a salad and that was it. Continued to shrink. There are no Roma and wolves. Where is Roma?
I’ll have a fun maid...that’s there.