I have one relative, let’s call him, say, Yasha. Uncle under 40. He is, in short, a great theorist. He lives with his parents and has never owned his own household, but he loves to teach others as he should; he is single and childless, but he loves to give advice on how to build relationships in the family and raise children; he works in a state office, where he is not responsible for anything, but knows exactly how to organize his business. Overall, the creation is quite meaningless, but very fun.

Recently, Yasha decided that the beer butterfly of the last trimester of pregnancy did not decorate him and went to the gym. For the first lesson, he grabbed from three different cockroaches for trying to teach them how to swing properly (they are doing the wrong thing, he read!). In general, the plans have been adjusted, now Yasha does not want to go to the gym, but to the box, to give transfers, in the hint that there will be more serious damage in the event of it, offended.