«I can't believe that we got citizenship with three jars of pickles! I'm impressed, daddy!» – Leila praised her father arrogantly, slapping him on the ass as if she could have done everything a hundred times better, but she was pleased with the result anyway.
{If you slap me like this once again, I swear on my balls, I will spank you.} – Kyon thought, struggling to suppress the urge to hit her.
«What are we going to do?» – Eve asked.
«First, we will check into the hotel and drop by the library on the way, and then…»
«Do you mean we are homeless?» – Leila interrupted Zosimos in a hurt voice. – «Is twenty thousand not enough for a pretty mansion? What kind of father are you if you can't get a decent house for your beautiful daughters?» – Leila felt on a subconscious level that she deserved better.
«Don't give me that attitude!» – Kyon raised his voice.