My wife grew up with her father, a Soviet engineer. The man has golden hands and a purely Soviet cleverness, so that for his daughter to turn off the steel wheel would not be a problem at all. Most importantly, I’t look. This woman struck me in the heart when during a romantic trip to nature my wheel broke and she embarrassedly pulled the wd-40 bottle out of my bag - so that it was easier for me to turn off the hooks. And then it turned out that she and the multivitamines were always with her. How could he not marry?