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"Oh my god, my back.... my stomach... it's just unbearable. How do women deal with all this? Something needs to be done. I can't stay in this situation."

Ben thought to himself as he looked at his reflection in the mirror, looking at his new body and the embarrassed, displeased female face that looked at him in the reflection.

The difficult day that he spent on the street without documents and only in one man's raincoat was coming to an end, and only now he was alone, finding himself by the end of the day in the same apartment in which he woke up.

A disgruntled man, Karol Lazar, was sitting on the couch, and even behind the closed door, Ben could hear displeased grumbling and the sound of a can of beer being opened. Karol was grumpy and partly Ben understood him, although he was not even going to sympathize with this man. He has already said that he is not his wife Larisa, whom he had, thanks to Ben's escape, to pull out of the cell in the prison that Ben ended up in when the police caught him.

Although it was not surprising, still the sight of a naked woman with a pregnant belly walking around in only a man's coat and large men's boots already aroused suspicion, but to Ben's great regret, of course, he did not have any documents. By fingerprints, the police managed to find Larisa's husband, and now Ben was "at home" again.

Despite requests to call and attempts to explain to everyone who he really was, everyone just smiled or threatened to shut up the stupid pregnant chick. Stereotypes about women were common in this part of Romania, and here everyone lived according to traditional ways. Ben was lucky he wasn't sent to a mental hospital.

Even the fact that he did not understand Romanian did not surprise anyone, everyone decided that this pregnant woman was just joking, but still they had a dialogue with him in English. And now, having listened to the incomprehensible angry cries of Karol Ben along the way, he understood that it was better for him now to try to behave correctly and, if possible, find at least some phone to contact his friends.