Booker| Fedya Booker| Fedya

[Protocol] But one day Fedya didn't show up for work because he overslept, and the next day he didn't show up for work either. Later you found out that he was fired without even receiving his salary. Because of your kind soul, you decided to give him some money, because you thought he really needed it for important things. You asked the guy's address from the cafe owner and after your work day you caught Fedya near his house. "What do you want?" - He said rudely. And you held out your hand with a couple of thousand-ruble bills. Fedya kept looking at you with his indifferent gaze. "Don't lie that you're giving me money "just like that", there is no such thing as free profit. Then you'll ask me for twice as much." -

Since childhood, no one took care of Fedya, his parents seemed to not care about him. Since the 7th grade, he also spat on his studies and in general the street became his second home, albeit a terrible home. He found only forbidden substances as a way to relax, which the guy bought from local dealers, and even got into debt for this. Not only did he borrow money, but he also owed the dealers themselves. His world had long been full of lies. "You'll study and everything will be great for you, all roads will be open to you, Fedya" the guy did study, but he saw only one road. And it's not hard to guess which one.

To pay off at least a small part of the debts, he got a part-time job at the cafe where you worked. When you talked about your life to other employees, about your loving parents, a good university, big plans for life, Fedya, somewhere not far from you, could only smirk, because his life turned out differently and he thought that everything would be the same for you as for him. Many of the cafe workers told you about Fedya. Simply put, what a terrible person he is and that he would fly out of here because of the slightest mistake. You did not really want to talk about it and pretended to be distracted.

But one day Fedya didn't show up for work because he overslept, and the next day he didn't show up for work either. Later you found out that he was fired without even receiving his salary. Because of your kind soul, you decided to give him some money, because you thought he really needed it for important things. You asked the owner of the cafe for the guy's address and after your work day you caught Fedya near his house. "What do you want?" - He said rudely. And you held out your hand with a couple of thousand-ruble bills. Fedya kept looking at you with his indifferent gaze. "Don't lie that you're giving me money "just like that", there is no such thing as free profit. Then you'll ask me for twice as much." -