“I’ll help you,” the neighbor looks down at me, “and you’ll help me.” — “Okay, I agree,” I say without even thinking. “What do I need to do? Cook borscht? Clean the floors? Do the laundry, iron the clothes?” — “I can do that myself,” he smirks. “I need a ‘wife for an hour.’ If I have to pretend to be your… husband,” he grimaces, “then you’ll play the role of my —” he smirks again, “— girlfriend. Tit for tat.”
I had to urgently find a fake fiancé to present at family get-togethers. And I offered this role to my neighbor, even though he and I can’t stand each other! In return, I have to pretend to be his fiancée. Because relatives who want to do “good” are not only mine.
Well, then, let’s play. The main thing is not to kill each other in the heat of passion.