About the book: year / “I brought your son,” chuckled the ugly girl, behind whose back a lop-eared creature was hiding. The thing that just recently scratched my car with a rusty nail. “Really?” – I grinned angrily, slowly walking around the impudent woman. - And you, therefore, are a happy mother. Are you aiming for my wife? Or do you want money? Or maybe they’ll register you in an apartment right away? I don't have children. Make it clear. Yes, and I see you for the first time in my life. You know how children are made, right? To do this, we had to...What can connect a successful photographer, a favorite of women, a darling of fortune, an unprincipled confirmed bachelor and a poor loser who can’t even get her dream job? Nothing, basically. Perhaps a little boy: mature beyond his years, terribly hooligan and completely uncontrollable