Oh, on the bills of the next "a glass of water" came. And you know, sweet, go in the ass! May I be cursed if I ever thought of having a son for old age. For your old age, you have to think for yourself. My son will live alone, for his family, not for me. And children like you are happy to throw to the hell and do not communicate, and then buried in the cheapest tomb, spit after.