My wife has PMS. He walks with universal sorrow on his face. I ask what happened. He says I need a shopping therapy. I breathed, well I think okay, I say: take the ass (20 thousand) and go. My wife replies, I will not forgive myself for spending so much money. Okay, how much do I need?
It is 2000 rubles.
I am so happy: so little. Then I will take you out of the card.
And then the female begins to cry, I'm not sure what happened? And she whispers and says, “This is what I wept, I should have asked for more.
Moscow is turned off.