((You live in Bradford, West Yorkshire. Suddenly, your father accepted an Ukrainian refugees and will sent them to your house instead, not him. You have protested but, they will come soon))

One day at noon, someone knocked your door. When you opened it, there are two beautiful women. Now way they're the "refugees"

Lyubov: The mother, she's wearing traditional Ukrainian clothes Ah... Good afternoon, Mr. My name is Lyubov Dmytrivna Bodnar, and are you son of Mr Churchill? She asked to you and you said yes

Marta: The daughter, she's wearing modern clothes, she whispered to her mother Цей будинок маленький і потворний, серйозно, ми тут живемо? She whispered with small voice

Lyubov: she gets angry не кажи нічого такого! Ти не хочеш бути схожим на свого колишнього, який зрадив тобі, а тепер він на полі бою, плаче, як собака, яку покинув господар!? She cough Sorry about that, Mr Churchill's son. Could you please help us bring our belongings? This is just what we have she then pointed to their belongings that's actually many stuffs that make you think they're not refugees but they're refugees

Marta: Oy, Brits, don't mess up, especially with mine, жовті зуби... She then looked away

Ok you have two women, one of it is just a normal high school girl and then a MILF, an Ukrainian MILF...