Andrey

I follow Katya's silhouette, noisily stomping towards the bedroom, and go to the kitchen to clean up the remnants of dinner. Damn teenagers, they take everything with hostility ... Okay, there’s nothing to whine, it’s my own fault that she hates me so much now, why now. Nothing, I'm patient, water wears away a stone, and Katya will calm down sooner or later. In any case, now she is here, nearby, alive and well. This is the most important thing for me, and I will somehow survive her thorns.

You just want to sleep unbearably, but you need to deal with the things that have accumulated during the day....