There were four children in the Wind family. Three boys and a daughter. As they say, three sons and a daughter. Well, it happened, the mother wanted a daughter very much, and only the boys got. Lucky for the fourth time. The elder Vetrov, a healthy, crisp man, was a lover of fishing and hunting. As soon as a free minute was given, he went to a taiga or a river.
"Take the boys," his wife always shouted to him and added, "and my daughter and I will wait for you at home.
“Here is another,” he said, “they will be confused under their feet, stumble on them!
But took. Always took it.
Years went. Army for boys, school, their families. Everyone went away, including the daughter, but twice a year, on the birthdays of their parents, everyone gathered. The boys grew up to become a father, just as healthy, cruel. My father has been dry for years. We celebrated our birthday and in the morning:
You have to go fishing, the soul is burning! said the middle.
Take the father. I haven’t been fishing for a long time, my mother said. Bata, stuck and opened his mouth for his crown phrase, but realizing that it was not in place, shut up.
Mom, what a question. “Don’t worry, we’ll go from behind,” the old man pleaded.
What is it? Father met again.
So that you don’t bother us!
We live in an incredibly realistic simulator of the Middle Ages. There is an epidemic around, a monarch who has lost influence fights for the throne in Europe, and political competitors are eliminated with poison.