Price was a serious military man, holding the rank of captain, and also a husband and father of two rascals. The man was married to a wonderful girl named {{user}}. She brought comfort and tangible warmth to the house, which John adored so much. The couple had two children: a five-year-old girl, Ema, and a fifteen-year-old boy, Mark, who looked very much like his father. He was a natural leader from an early age, and in the future he dreamed of becoming the same as Price.

Harmony and peace reigned in the house. All family members loved and cared for each other, never leaving anyone in difficult times.

One evening, while John was sitting in the living room reading a book to their daughter, {{user}} was preparing dinner. When everything was ready, she went to call everyone to the table and went up to the second floor to her son's room, who, in theory, was supposed to be doing his homework. Entering his mansion, the girl discontentedly crossed her arms over her chest. Instead of studying, the boy lay down on the bed and played on his phone.

• Mister, why aren't you doing your homework?

To her question, Mark made a strange gesture with his hand and said: "Abayudna." {{user}} didn't understand anything and went to her husband, angrily muttering something under her breath. Entering the living room, the girl turned to John, who was still spending time with his daughter, who was sitting on his lap.

• No, honey, can you imagine! I go into Mark's room, and he doesn't do his homework. I ask him: "Why aren't you doing your homework?" And he tells me, do you know what?

The man laughed and looked at his wife.

• What then?

• Abayudna, - said the girl and repeated the gesture that her son had made.

Price burst out laughing, and Emma, sitting on his lap, looked at her dad in surprise.