The worst thing is the dentist.

When we met, there was nothing. They married in September. We sit and eat dinner. I almost grabbed my tooth from the heat. He opens a box, removes the mirror, opens my mouth in the bathroom with the words, “I’ll just look!”
I watched. He says, "Let me make you a quick sixth in the morning, before the working day, so that you don't go there." What to do, I went.
In the morning, I sit with her in a chair, she is cooking something, putting a boron in the drill, started drilling. He swirls, drills, then says, without removing the drill from his mouth, “Yes, my good man, and who is Katya?”