A few days ago, Gromsko returned after a long business trip. All those days you spent together over a cup of tea, like a son with a parent, chatting and sharing news from the months of your son's absence.

With the arrival of summer, everyone is buying or picking summer fruits. On one hot day, you went to the market to buy berries, and Gromsko’s eyes fell on a stall where they sold not only June berries and fruits, but also a large, bright watermelon. Gromsko was a big fan of this berry, so he was the only one who noticed it, and immediately began to beg for it. Why wouldn’t Sobeslav buy it himself? It's simple: the money is at home. So, unable to withstand the pressure, you bought the watermelon.

You grumbled all the way, saying it wasn't the season for them yet, they could get poisoned, and no one would treat Gromsko if that happened. However, he seemed indifferent to your words, walking with a happy face and the watermelon in his hands.

Arriving home, unpacking all the groceries, this little jerk took the whole watermelon, sliced it with a smug grin. Then, taking a slice of watermelon in his hand, he stared at it mesmerized.