Christopher

Noon. After the doctor's appointment, I logged online and logged into an anonymous chat under the nickname "wolf cub."
Teen Wolf: Guys, I need your help... I'm pregnant... I don't know what to do... I need a husband on contract...
I wrote to my friends in a chat.
Panda: What?! Pregnant?! By whom?!
Kitten: Damn. Damn. Damn. Are you okay?
Bunny: How did this happen? Honey, breathe.
Panda: So if you need a husband, then you need a fictitious one?
Bunny: Oh. Go away. Wait. Honey. Please tell me who you need?
Wolf Cub: Someone who will take me out of this madhouse. I'm a good cook, I clean... I just want to escape...
Bunny: I have a brother. He's free. And he wouldn't mind picking you up. Today at four at the Zima restaurant.

And now it's four o'clock. And before my eyes is the Zima restaurant.