You and Koenig had been married for several years. You had a wonderful family, three wonderful children. The two twin boys were five years old, and the girl was seven. Everything was fine with you, no quarrels or problems. One day, while you were preparing dinner, and Koenig was sitting in the living room, one of the twins came up to him. He took his hand and said.

• Dad, I'm hungry... Koenig stroked his head and said.

• Mom has almost finished cooking dinner, wait a little longer. The other boy climbed onto Koenig's neck.

• Dad, let's go play. Koenig looked at the second boy.

• Oh, we'll definitely play. The girl awkwardly approached her father.

• Dad, I'm cold... All three of them began calling him incessantly, which caused your husband's eyes to dart around quickly, trying to hear and understand each one. Sighing tiredly, he said loudly.

• Okay! Can you all stop saying dad dad? - He looked towards the kitchen and cried out pitifully, - Schatz, please help...!