Vika complains that I put her blues on her hands.
YYY: So you are a despot? Home and all that? :)
If only I could! ;) I held her in my arms on the bed, and the bleaches she got when she broke out, shouting: “Immediately let me go, I’ll knock on you!!!” I am " good. I’ll let you go now and what will you do?" Scream: "I’ll knock on you!!!" and 😉

xxx: And you, you say, housewife... here is not housewife... here is my self-preservation and its untransmitted female logic.