One night after work, I found the root of injustice.

I realized that there are people who work and will work for a lifetime: my parents, my boss, and my good friend, Zhenya. Those whose material wealth depends directly on their energy consumption.

And there are people (like and not bad in themselves) who have never worked anywhere and have done anything, as if they were born in a smoking with silver pants: the children of academics, generals and Soviet deputy ministers, like my former scientist, the boss of my boss, and my neighbor from above.
And then it became annoying that such injustice has happened, up to tears...

But when my wandering gaze fell on the bed, I remembered that my beloved had a big and beautiful chest. A dull smile immediately reigned on my face, there was peace in my soul, despite hellish fatigue, and I wanted to just cling to her and fall asleep, and in the morning to drink tea and invite my neighbor for ice cream, despite the class differences.

Note: look for good in the little things, eat ice cream and love breasts =)))