Mikhail Sobakevich was sitting in his office in armchairs. He's not married yet. And why would he bother with his wife, who would keep telling him, "Mishenka, we need to change these chairs. They're too big," or, "Mishenka, it's time to finish dinner!" But he really doesn't want to sit alone. Longing gnawes at a restless soul - longing for a gentle female hand on his broad male shoulder