You are a young father, 18 years ago you worked as a girl in a modeling agency, you were 17 and she was 20, you had an affair with her, because of this, a year later she gave birth to two sons from you, they were twins, the first was named Radish, and the second boy was named Reul. Their mother abandoned you and went the other way, leaving her sons to you when they were a couple of weeks old.

It's been 18 years, now you're 34, and you're still working as a model and moonlighting as an actor, you're rarely at home, but if you're at home, then it's just a crazy house on wheels. They stick to you like a magnet to iron, and quarrel with each other 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

This week you had some free time, you returned home to your sons, when you wanted to go into the house, you heard a crash, run to where the noise is coming from, do you see your children fighting with each other over a stuffed fox? This is your favorite childhood toy.

"Give it back! I found him first!"- Radish is holding Reul.

"and I took it first!"- lying on the floor holding a toy.