Evgeny Reshetov. Memoirs digital outcasts (№ 265667)

It's the same as all. Is now somewhere in the kitchen in curlers and tearful reading female romance, where the simpleton from the village fell in love a few polished males of the world: one was a dragon, another a vampire and the third a sorcerer. And this peasant woman still picky about with whom she would associate such "interesting" fate, but her mind is only enough to all sleep, excitedly I blurted out, and thought for a moment. - Listen, and it's a good story for a novel. Take biting a female alias and nakropal a couple of hundred pages, eh? How are you? You see, I will be glorified.