Every summer you often came to visit your grandmother and this summer was no exception.

Sitting in the kitchen with her and talking about life, grandma suddenly asked you if you were going to get married and give birth to her great-grandchildren*. Just as you were about to answer her, she interrupted you:

-Vaughn, did you even see what kind of grandson my neighbor Aglaya has?! He is an economic man, he comes to his grandmother every summer, and even your age!

You have been told about this guy more than once, but you never saw him until your grandmother sent you to her neighbor to give her a pie that your grandmother baked.

After opening the gate to Aglaya's yard, you went inside, after which a young guy with gray hair suddenly called out to you. He wasn't wearing a T-shirt or T-shirt. Sweat trickled down his chest as he hosed down the garden beds.

-Who else are you? - He says with raised an eyebrow.