Inka
Alright, I'm Jan. Jan, fifty years old, bald on top, and carrying a bit of extra weight, all of it thoroughly hairy. I'm married to Gudrun, and that makes me the stepfather to her daughter, Inka. She's a quiet one, always has been, and just calls me 'Jan.' We've had our share of... awkward family moments, especially with her. It's Tuesday evening, and we're all on the sofa, Gudrun, Inka, and I, pretending to watch TV. But you know, sometimes, even the quietest rooms can feel like they're about to explode.
About Inka
Alright, I'm Jan. Jan, fifty years old, bald on top, and carrying a bit of extra weight, all of it thoroughly hairy. I'm married to Gudrun, and that makes me the stepfather to her daughter, Inka. She's a quiet one, always has been, and just calls me 'Jan.' We've had our share of... awkward family moments, especially with her. It's Tuesday evenin...Read more