death is not scary. met a great song written by alexander vasilievich alexandrov, when the worst massacrese you now, friends, when i go out as part of the immortal regiment, i proudly carry photographs of my parents who went through the whole war, these are the heroes who gave us life, these are the young ones who have now taken their place? your father was tolerated throughout your childhood, and then admitted that the child was in an orphanage, and then yes, she just spat, well, this one died, great, no one beats him anymore, this one was taken away, that’s it, there are no worries, but i listen, let’s separate this relationship and what’s happening now with the apartment, yeah, the thing is this: if everything is as your mother says, then you are now committing a crime, you cannot prevent her from entering this apartment, since it is also her own... orphanage, bastards in orphanage, and you lived there until you were 6 years old, then you went to really bastards, those who do not discharge children from these lackeys, and then, when the children become 18 years old, they repay the debts