Evening reflections on child tantrums, polygamy and female logic, generously seasoned with nostalgia for Soviet childhood and the reality of adult fatigue. The hero tries to figure out how not to go crazy between facial massages, childish deceptions and attempts to please his wife, not forgetting about psychologists and free pizza delivery. All this - with a slight bitterness and irony, as if life is a long route with traffic jams, which in Astana can start at any moment.
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