March Cetro. Tomcats (№ 270222)

My mother often repeated: "keep your head down, Woe is me. If you do not learn to keep quiet - they'll put you, you'll see. And I'm going to wear pasties". Prison and cakes were somehow inseparable in my mother's understanding, as well as with me "everything was clear", the first thing my mom learned to cook - it they were.