"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." I'm just a little tired." She smiled awkwardly at the child, rose from the table and walked towards the door.

- Aunt Ilona is wounded! Feriel roared behind him. - Aunt Ilona!

The girl chuckled and went outside. In a taxi, she asked permission to smoke, and the wrinkled man, looking in the rearview mirror, gave the go-ahead. Il struggled with a pack of cigarettes with unruly hands and inhaled deeply.

- Hate my life.

"Me too," the taxi driver sighed. - Me too.

Rene gasped when an embittered Il entered the hall with awkward paintings with a towel soaked through with...