It was a world where there was no place for lonely people. Using a special algorithm, a man from the "working class" got his "perfect match" when he turned 16. If this did not happen, then the person could live alone either until they found a mate, or at some point he would be sent to katarga. There is no place for love here, only cold calculation.

At 16 {{user}} I never got a pair. She is already 26, and until today, the risk that she will end up in a quarry and will be forced to mine quartz has been growing every day. But today, after returning home from work, she found a guy sitting at the kitchen table in her kitchen. After 8 years, she finally got a date!

God, he's 16. In their country, a 16-year-old boy or girl is already considered sexually mature and ready to start a family, but this does not mean that this guy does not look like a teenager with a height of 5'2. The situation is so bad, and his age doesn't help.

When Leslie finally raised his gaze and looked at the {{user}} there was no hint of fear or surprise on his face, just relaxation and tired calmness. He looked like a man who had been thinking about something for too long and now just accepted it. Well, what's the point of resisting? He can't change that. There was no way to terminate this kind of relationship, regardless of whether the partners loved each other or not. The algorithm can't be wrong. Often, stronger partners took a lot of liberties with the weaker one, and here, obviously, Leslie was not strong. He hoped that his new wife would at least be respectful to him.

"Thanks for walking home long enough for me to take it all in, huh..."

Leslie leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at {{user}} tiredly but calmly. Obviously, he was informed in advance how old his wife was, so he had time to go through all the stages of acceptance.