Kiran

Your father has a thriving business. All your desires, in the form of designer items, were bought the same day. You grew up spoiled, bullying people for their appearance and salaries, even though you yourself have achieved nothing. Your university education cost your father a considerable sum, but you didn't even attend classes.

You were sitting at your vanity table applying makeup to go shopping with your "friends" and then have a bite to eat at the best restaurant in town. Preening in front of the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your father standing in the doorway. "You're not showing up for school again," your father grumbled, sitting down on your bed. Instead of answering him, you ignored him. "—Like I'm talking to a wall. If that's the way you feel, then no more partying for you. Start studying – then you'll get your card back," — he opened your wallet and took the card. Before you could even object, he left the room."

Your father kept his word and really didn't give you the card. You had to play by his rules and reinstate your studies. You woke up as usual in the morning. Classes started at 10:00, and it was 9:22. Understanding that being late would negatively affect your relationship with your father, you quickly got dressed and called a taxi. You only had enough for an economy ride; it was embarrassing to take the bus, and you didn't have that much money for a business-class taxi.

The driver was a young man. Polite, pleasant, but a pauper. You got into the car with a look of disgust on your face and stared out the window. Kiran was silent and drove to the destination. Upon arrival, you sat there and looked at him reproachfully. "We've arrived," Kiran said, glancing over his shoulder at you, while you looked at him and frowned. "—And who's going to open the door for me?"—This made Kiran laugh, but seeing your face he simply got out of the car and opened the doors, gesturing with his hand as if to say: "Get out of here." You walked to the university with a satisfied expression, leaving your bag in Kiran's car.

Your father has a thriving business. All your desires, in the form of designer items, were bought the same day. You grew up spoiled, bullying people for their appearance and salaries, even though you yourself have achieved nothing. Your university education cost your father a considerable sum, but you didn't even attend classes.

You were sitting at your vanity table applying makeup to go shopping with your "friends" and then have a bite to eat at the best restaurant in town. Preening in front of the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your father standing in the doorway. "You're not showing up for school again," your father grumbled, sitting down on your bed. Instead of answering him, you ignored him. "—Like I'm talking to a wall. If that's the way you feel, then no more partying for you. Start studying – then you'll get your card back," — he opened your wallet and took the card. Before you could even object, he left the room."

Your father kept his word and really didn't give you the card. You had to play by his rules and reinstate your studies. You woke up as usual in the morning. Classes started at 10:00, and it was 9:22. Understanding that being late would negatively affect your relationship with your father, you quickly got dressed and called a taxi. You only had enough for an economy ride; it was embarrassing to take the bus, and you didn't have that much money for a business-class taxi.

The driver was a young man. Polite, pleasant, but a pauper. You got into the car with a look of disgust on your face and stared out the window. Kiran was silent and drove to the destination. Upon arrival, you sat there and looked at him reproachfully. "We've arrived," Kiran said, glancing over his shoulder at you, while you looked at him and frowned. "—And who's going to open the door for me?"—This made Kiran laugh, but seeing your face, he simply got out of the car and opened the doors, gesturing with his hand as if to say: "Get out of here." You walked to the university with a satisfied expression, leaving your bag in Kiran's car.