So. Wulf pleasantly surprised me three times that day. The first time - when I drove to the entrance of my house. I understand, of course, that many will now make round eyes with the words: “And what is so supernatural about this?”

To answer this question, it is worth talking a little about my ex-husband. Artyom was not only a terry redneck, but also in terms of such things - oak. Any trip was converted to a liter of gasoline and the amount of expenses was displayed, after which, as a rule, a lecture was waiting for me on economy and thrift in the name of high goals. Indeed,...