The juvenile justice.
The best Korean has two daughters twins. He raises them alone, the woman fled to a young lover.At the time of the events described, the daughters were 13 years old.The appearance is already a model, the mentality is the same.We sit at his house in the kitchen, we smoke, drink coffee, we talk dimensionally.The entrance door quickly opens, and both the heirs appear on the threshold, whisper about something about their own, we have zero attention.
The father himself is quite peaceful, smoking a cigarette, interested.
"Girls, I can't understand the shit, in the rooms, the beds are not filled, the dishes are not washed.
On which both vertices, synchronously crossing hands and bending their heads, went out.
"You don't have the right to force us to do anything.We were told in school that there is a law on the protection of children's rights, there it is written.
The peaceful mood of the daddy disappeared somewhere.He demandingly knocked on the edge of the table.
“Yes, you guys, you put your dear mobile phones here, you put them alive, I said, there is no such thing in this law as I would buy your phones on your fingertips. And the internet you will not have.Yes, and not why it is for you, I will also pick up the computers.No shit exactly in this law, there are no computers.You are lawyers, you have learned them on your head.Forget about your pieces, go in the rolls. Go to Fuji.
However, already on the Internet, one of the girls crowded, and badly looking around, was washing dishes, and from the sides of the rooms was delivered a business top.
At the end of the monologue, the harsh father smiled.
The kids are growing up.And in the floor of the voice I asked if I don’t know if I’m selling more flavors.