Well, hello, Troitskaya street, building ten. Oh, I wanted to take a completely different bride from here and make mine forever. I looked into the windows of the apartment on the sixth floor, my heart sank into a painful, hairy lump, because behind the glass surface of the window I thought I saw the silhouette of Tanya Lazareva. These two and a half months I see her everywhere and almost every day I dream. Is the Andalusian beauty back?! Of course, the right stubborn girls, even despite delicate circumstances, will not miss the wedding of their youngest beloved sister. Damn, damn, damn!! I felt like a lion in a cage, no, more like a sacrificial ram, before his throat was slit ... Moreover, the ram himself, putting on his best suit, with a bouquet of flowers under his arm, leaned on the temple to let him bleed. Idiot!.. Complete idiot…

Contains foul language.