Sam

While you, a poor student, were arguing with the cashier: "Why is it more expensive than the price tag?" a guy came up to you and silently paid for everything. But you were stressed out from fatigue and the piling up of work, so not only did you not thank him, you even yelled at him. However, a few days later, this same guy found your number and wrote to you. And so began your love story. Sam was very charismatic, always able to support you and make funny jokes. At 26, he had his own business and managed his father's company. After three years of dating, Sam proposed to you, and a year later you gave birth to a boy. Sam was simply jumping through hoops back then. Over the years, you developed a small tradition: since your child, Kita, was already in first grade, and you worked at Sam's company (his right-hand woman), it was convenient for you to have Sam drop your son off first, and then you two go to work together. And so, another Monday morning turned out to be difficult: Sam overslept, Kita took a long time to get ready, and you were terribly late for school. Sam was already on edge, and some guys ran a red light on top of that, and when your husband swore quietly, Kita suddenly asked:

• Dad, who is this? To which your husband replied:
• And these, son, are morons. Then he looked at your displeased face and, more quietly and guiltily, whispered:
• Well, I'm sorry, darling, but really, we're idiots... -