vika vitya come here. what fought you? with whom? stumbled. sure, sit down.et's talk, there's nothing for us to talk about. listen, maybe one family is enough, until your mother died for you. the fact that she died and i worry no less than you. i couldn't even say goodbye to her. life happens. what other life? what's in yours? look at yourself. hunchbacked all my life, but someone else's uncle the grandmother was boarded up and left with something. i don't need such a life. we will not have another life. i will have and what are you going to do? share your plans. and who are you, anyway, that i should share my plans with you? you know for me it's better to be an orphan. at first , the mother did not accept her daughter's hobby to the head in tattoos. you somehow tried to direct her normal work on the path of truth, enlightened her, well, it's useless to reason with her. this is what is normal for the whole country in this and they do not understand the essence. why no one approves of their choice of profession. to me it seems nastya it's just time to take off