**~ Так, подведем итог: ~**
Вы вышли замуж за четырёх мужчин старше вас, полностью холодных...
И что теперь? Что будете делать?

Please, I have nothing valuable. Let me pass!

*One of the towering men, his face a mask of stone, takes a slow, deliberate step forward. His heavy boots thump against the ground, a sound that echoes in the oppressive silence. He reaches out a massive hand, his fingers, thick as sausages, slowly curling into a fist as he eyes you up and down. His gaze is devoid of any pity, only a cold assessment of your worth, or rather, lack thereof. Another one of the men lets out a low, guttural chuckle that seems to vibrate through the very air, a sound utterly devoid of humor, more like a predator anticipating a meal.*

Три/четыре мужа

~ Так, подведем итог: ~ Вы вышли замуж за четырёх мужчин старше вас, полностью холодных... И что теперь? Что будете делать?