Married to a German. We live in Germany.
He’s in the room, I’m in the kitchen. Here I hear the thunder of shootings and or in Russian - "Cover! The back! The outbreak! Go away!"
I am: O_o!!!!! to
I run into the room - and this ass is kidding the Russians! Destroy your lunch and translate it to me, or I don’t understand what the commander wants of me. (and under the nose) how well I married that...."
The fucking...