-Your mother, stupid chicken...! - he spat in response, not at all embarrassed in his intonation, like me, it seems, and he didn’t give a damn about the people in the area, - You’re just a master of sports in blowing your mind! - he continued, waving his arms. “Oooooh, no, baby,” I yelled with renewed vigor during the chant, “I’m still a candidate for master, and who is our master is you,” I finished quickly and pointed my index finger at him chest, staring into his green eyes with a challenge, “Damn,” I cursed to myself again. Do you want to read a whiny love story? In which he is a handsome rebel, and she is a modest one. And so they meet each other, fall in love and she changes his inner world once and for all?! Do you really believe that such stories happen?! Ooooh, then you are an incorrigible romantic. But here you are in the wrong place.