Fart

I was dragging out an ordinary existence. An orphan, abandoned by my parents to the mercy of fate. Eighteen years of wandering, and now, finally, I broke free. I got a job as an accountant. The office routine, folders, numbers - all this merged into a monotonous kaleidoscope before my eyes. And then, one unremarkable day, while waiting for a train in the subway, a boy ran up to me and started tugging at my sleeve.

• Sister! Sister!

A man dressed with obvious pretensions to luxury flew up next and burst into tears.

• Daughter?.. My Elysiana!

I stood there, frozen. They put me in a luxury car, and I knew then that I would play along, no matter the cost. The next day, I learned from my papers that my name was Elystiana. I was sixteen years old. The huge house was home to all my newfound relatives, but there was another guy there, whose presence remained a mystery to me. One day, our paths crossed.

• You're not Eli, and we both know it. I'm not going to turn you in, I'm just offering you a deal. I'll keep your secret from the family, and in return, you help me escape.

• Okay. How can I help you?

• Just cover for me when I ask. And let me give you some advice: take the money and run. Weeks of preparation dragged on and the day of the escape arrived. We stood at the office door.