My uncle is married. In the first days after the wedding, he went home from the garages...drinking... Well, he fell asleep on the bench tired. The young woman looked through all the eyes (there were no hundreds at the time). I could not stand this morning and went searching. He looks at the couch lying at the entrance, slightly shaking. I pulled him home and called his older, wise family life, sister: "Natasha, maybe I married Alkasha?" He went to you, but there was no power left".