I have a neighbor, a brutal man of advanced age, a caring father, always walking in the yard with his daughter. I think someone is lucky with their husband. And today I’m standing on the balcony, hanging laundry. A car pulls up, a blonde girl is driving, so young, and then he gets out, cheerful, happy, said goodbye to her and goes to the house, and around the corner his wife and child. So, I hadn’t laughed for a long time when this brutal man ran headlong in the opposite direction, almost getting hit by a car. Then he comes out from behind the kiosk with a serious look, as if nothing had happened. And laughter and sin, here you have an ideal family...