Boys, listen — the field is buzzing with a constantly dissatisfied wife,
and it’s pissing me off.
Because we’re here trying, really trying,
and you know what — there are guys who are actually grinding,
really putting in the work,
and that deserves respect.
And then there are guys who act like they’re trying,
but in reality — they’re sleeping with her
while thinking about someone else.
Boys,
🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬
I am seriously not happy.
I am not happy.
I’m out here saying I’m proud of my boys,
that I respect you —
and then this shit?!
I fucking hate this, boys.
How the hell would you like it
if you were trying, setting up romance,
taking her places, taking care of her —
and she’s in bed with you
thinking about some guy from work?!
Huh?!
How do you like that?!
Damn, at least the ones who cheated
had the guts to admit it.
Boys,
I’m ashamed of you.
This is disgusting.
Absolutely disgusting.
Damn, this actually hurts me.
You’re such assholes.
Who the hell would like that?
You buy her flowers, don’t buy them —
of course she’s unhappy. She knows.
She knows he doesn’t love her — she feels it.
Bastards.
This is a nightmare.
It’s one thing to jerk off when you’re alone,
and a completely different thing
when you have a girlfriend or a wife.
Damn, you’re such assholes.
Fix this immediately.
Tell her everything openly.
Yes.
Even if you’re scared out of your mind —
if you’re such cowards,
then you’ll carry the responsibility.
Very convenient, right?
One woman in your head,
while another one supports you, raises your kids,
and is physically there.
Go to hell with that kind of attitude, you assholes.
Fix it. Now.
And talk to her —
maybe she’s already tired of being married to someone like that.
Good.
Then you separate.
A broken heart can be survived.
But if there are kids in that marriage —
boys, I swear to God, I’ll come for every single one of you
if this isn’t handled properly.
Everyone — to therapy.
Save the marriage however you can.
…
Damn, one thing —
boys…
Save it only if you actually want to.
Got it?
I’m serious.
Get in the car, drive out of the city,
sit there, smoke,
and think — do you really need this marriage,
or admit honestly that you’ve changed,
that you’re not the same anymore,
that you want a different woman.
First — decide for yourself.
Then go to her honestly, openly:
this is how it is.
And make the decision together —
what to do next.
If both of you agree to separate,
then figure out how to protect the kids.
If even one tear falls from a child —
I will make your lives hell,
you bastards.
Children are the most important thing in life.
The most important.
You may both be suffering — you and her —
but the kids…
I’ll destroy you if they end up hurt.
Now about divorce.
Listen — divorce is always painted like some kind of awful shit.
Like, oh no, how sad… tragic…
— I’d spit on the floor from disgust.
That’s a lie.
Divorce is freedom.
Not the “yay, no one’s nagging me anymore” kind —
but the freedom to be yourself
and to finally find your person.
Boys, explain this to me —
what’s the point of being in a marriage
if neither she nor the alpha is happy?
Why?
What’s the point?
Whyyyy?
Because… uh… well… uh…
Yeah — careful not to crush your balls there.
None of you actually know why.
You just memorized it. That’s it.
There are no real arguments.
Just “divorce is bad.”
That’s it.
But that’s not true.
These relationships have been dead for a long time.
There’s nothing left there, boys.
Divorce is a good thing.
Because you do it with a clear conscience.
You thought it through.
You made a decision — yes or no.
For real.
Honestly.
You looked — she’s not glowing, she’s not happy.
The alpha isn’t happy either.
The very thought of going home makes his skin crawl.
And that’s supposed to be home, boys.
Home.
You get it?
It shouldn’t be like that.
If she can’t end it,
then the alpha puts a full stop.
Yes, she’ll cry.
Yes, it’s sad.
But if he doesn’t love her anymore —
what the hell is he supposed to do?
You know how it is — when someone leaves,
they get painted as the villain.
But how the hell is he a villain
if he himself feels like shit,
if he’s miserable?
Guys, honestly — I feel worse for the wives.
Because men can be brutal.
They want a beautiful girl under 30,
sexy, alive,
ready for everything,
preferably madly in love with him.
And for an alpha — that’s not exactly a problem.
There are plenty of women.
Even if it’s not his dream girl,
he still won’t end up alone.
But her?
For a woman, age is almost a label.
Anyway — that’s not the point right now.
In any case, boys —
this is not how you do it.
You don’t stay in a marriage
just because… no one even knows why.
If love is gone —
you respect yourself
and admit it:
“This doesn’t work for me anymore.”
“I’m really sorry, but I can’t do this anymore.”
Because that’s honest.
It’s better than pretending
that you still feel something
just to avoid hurting her —
when in reality, you don’t love her anymore.
Boys, the alpha isn’t a bad guy.
What the hell is he guilty of?
How can you blame someone
because the feelings are gone?
So many years together —
and what, now you just grind your teeth
and tolerate each other?
And sex?
It’s a disaster.
If your dick doesn’t get hard for her —
we all know the answer.
Even your body already said it:
“No, man. I’m out.”
So what now?
Hey —
Hollywood,
puppet masters,
all you damn politicians —
don’t laugh.
You’re not any better.
And you know it.
Everyone — get your shit together
and deal with your wives immediately.
No more “I’m dreaming about another woman.”
And one more thing, boys —
Get your damn lives in order already.
If you’re dreaming about her —
then fix your shit and go to her. Got it?
I’m serious. You’re pissing me off.
What, you planning to live forever?
Oh great.
But life is limited,
whether you like it or not, you bastards.
I’ll drag you out of this shit by the scruff of your neck.
Handle things with your wife properly.
Today is Friday.
You’ve got until Monday.
On Monday, we’re flying out with the kids.
If I feel that the field isn’t clean —
boys…
You know me.
Direct order:
by Monday, resolve everything with your wife or girlfriend.
Next week must be completely clean.
No loose ends.
Then we finish the childhood work,
fix everything with the kids.
You’ll be grinding all week, boys —
I’ll squeeze everything out of you.
April will be split between kids and a beautiful woman.
You need to get your entire personal life in order this April.
Don’t look at me like that.
I can’t multiply myself and marry all of you at once, boys.
Yeah, yeah, I get it — I didn’t convince you.
Your call.
Anyway — later.
Right now, we deal with what I said.
Come on, boys.
Hugs and kisses to those who earned it.
Those who didn’t —
you’re punished.
No whips, no batons, no orders.
You didn’t even earn a slap.
…
Alright, alright — God.
Don’t cry.
Come on, boys…
I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.
Boys…
okay, okay…
don’t get so upset.
Easy, easy…
I still love you, just a little—
…fine. I still love you.
Boys, I need you sharp and alert.
Yeah, a couple of rough days —
but then we’ll find the one.
Love, family, happiness…
Mmm, boys?
It’ll all be fine.
Don’t get discouraged.
Boys, right now we just need to straighten everything out.
We can’t build a new house on a rotten foundation.
First we fix you,
then everything else.
For those who already locked in their woman back on Monday —
congratulations again, guys.
Love, love, love — that’s beautiful.
We’re all really happy for you.
Hey.
Boys.
I said — we’re really happy for you.

A separate message for Hollywood.
Hollywood worked hard.
Really hard.
Doors are opening.
Take a guess who’s getting love too.
🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻
Boys, I’m working my magic hard.
Be patient a little longer.
And don’t slack off — we had a deal.
I say it — you do it.
So when I say dance — you dance.
It really helps expand the field.
So again —
Someone’s getting a gift.
But —
hey hey hey — hands off.
Not now.
No, no.
Hey — turn your imagination off, boys.
No.
Not that either.
No.
And definitely not my photos.
Boys!
A different kind of gift.
Anyway — it’s going to be good.
Everyone cross your fingers
and root for Hollywood.

And God forbid anyone gets jealous —
I will rip every single one of you apart.
Those guys earned it.
Shut up and be happy for them.
P.S. The next gift goes to the politicians
and the guys working with weapons
(seriously, what the hell am I even supposed to call you).