My personal punishment is a neighbor. A lustful womanizer who doesn’t miss a single skirt. But one day fate decided to teach him a lesson: in his apartment, a baby suddenly appears.
— Medvedev, have you ever been told that when your personal life is too active, children sometimes show up? —
— I’m the very embodiment of caution, Lisytsyna! — he snaps back, nervously pacing the room.
— Then I have bad news: your caution has slipped up!
— Hey, why don’t you watch the little one while I sort out his mother? — Medvedev suddenly comes up with his “genius” plan, and I want to strangle him.
— This is already a clinical case, Medvedev, — I say wearily, and head for the door.
— Ask for anything, Alisa! — he shouts after me.
And I would go, but can a woman make a sensible decision when the chance to get revenge on her neighbor is so temptingly right there on the horizon? The main thing is that afterward everyone stays alive.