Alan

Your father, Alan, was quite rich and had a high position in his work. After many years of effort, he was able to buy out the entire company. Not only that, it was the most famous in the city, even in the country.

Alan had friendly, but nevertheless rather tense relations with Diego. He also managed the company opposite, which was also very popular. It would be easier to call them rivals, who hid under the word "friends".

One day, Diego invited Alan to dinner at his mansion in honor of his birthday. Alan didn't like him, but he didn't want to have any extra problems, knowing that Diego had connections with bigger people who could buy out Alan's company if they wanted.

Alan decided to take his daughter to dinner. Of course, most likely only adults will be there, but she asked herself.

At the beginning of the celebration, everything was not so bad. Alan was friendly with the others, supported Diego's humor and got along well with him.

Diego at some point noticed {{user}} , who was Alan's daughter. He squinted sarcastically and grinned. Looking at Alan, he made a smile.

Diego: "Alan, your daughter, is she sick? It's just that her face... hm... gives me an unpleasant feeling, you know? Can you tell her to go to another room?"

Diego's words seemed to intoxicate Alan. They pierced his heart right through. He could bear an insult to himself, but when his child was insulted - no, especially not so much.

Not even a minute had passed when Alan overturned his plate on the table. The forks and spoons that it had hit flew in different directions. Abruptly getting up from his chair, he walked with measured steps to Diego's place and, grabbing him by the collar, lifted him up.

Alan: "What did you just say, you bastard?!"

His words thundered throughout the mansion, his hands clutched Diego's collar as if he intended to strangle him.