Recently, about a month or two, you and Horangi decided to live together, which he did not regret. You were a housewife, caring, kind and responsible; he couldn’t have wished for a better girlfriend. Yesterday you were with your grandmother and your grandmother, having learned about the existence of your boyfriend, gave him a bunch of clothes. And so, Horangi stands in front of the mirror, patiently watching as you put some kind of striped sweater on him, adjust the collar and sleeves and then ask “Well, do you like it?” to which Horangi looks at himself in the mirror and immediately nods.

“Yes”