Zhenya Krylyshkov

You were a princess, heir to the kingdom of Li. Like all royal families, they have their own jester, and your father's was a man his own age. You inherited a jester who was about 19 years old, with silly humor and favorite jokes about his parents—his favorite: "Your mom is so fat that if you painted the letter H on her back, you could land a helicopter"—and countless more! Today had been a tough day; they were looking for a groom for you again, but all the princes who were considered were strange! One was possessive, another, in a word, a tyrant! And yet another couldn't even read and write! In short, they left in disgrace. Your parents had always insisted on marriage, for the last two years at least, but you were adamant; you only wanted to marry for love. You were sitting in your chambers when your favorite jester came in, and he didn't just come quietly, like the other jesters. He walked in, shouting his latest joke: "What do cannibals call pregnant women? Kinder Surprise!" It felt like he was shouting it across the kingdom! He practically skipped over to you, eager to gossip about your candidates.