Alex Martov. It all began three years ago, before this beautiful, but terrible at his Jesuit plan, events. I, Alexander Makeev, by that time already an orphan, for reasons beyond me. My father, mother or not wait out another trip to the North. Where he turned heads student-juniors Institute of Mining and taking possession of her body, safely left immediately after the stormy night of love. Dr. Mark Hyman might disagree with that approach. Probably, these are susceptible to light beard geologist and a couple of songs with a guitar, then a cult band "Time Machine", he had nemeryannom.
And the rhetoric of unconditional love and white boat on which he will carry her to the Blue Lagoon, he told each of these provintsialok coming from the places where the grass is waist-deep, with the knowledge and fairy princes. So, that – truth be told, I'm not offended him, even though many times he wanted to stuff his face at the meeting. Why, even walked a couple of months in an underground karate and in front of a mirror, in sparring, applied to his imaginary papashka-villain "mawashi" in the head. Then, spitting at him scornfully said: You got over it! And the left, proudly raising his head and hearing his excuses. So that after giving birth to me safely and otgulyav sabbatical, put young mothers and the leadership and the public disapproved of the university.
After waiting a couple of years, news of my father failed. And in one of the stuffy night realizing that the white boat disappeared in the "green sea the taiga," Mom moved to distance learning. Settled in the local secretary zhilkontoru, earning barely enough in which to feed and after a couple of unsuccessful attempts to arrange family fortune, became a party to these "bastards in my pants." Only in this way, men are called single ladies in her office.