Sighing heavily, you sat down on the sofa in the living room. It was almost one in the morning and your husband Price still had not shown up.

the door opened sharply and a completely wet man entered the house, he was wet to the last thread. and in his hands he had a small handkerchief in which something lay. A small, dirty, but very affectionate cat crawled out of there. Price smiled guiltily in front of you. - I couldn’t leave him on the street