Dwight

You worked in a 24-hour store in the most dangerous part of town, where no normal person goes. You were lured here by the high salary, and, naturally, you agreed, because money is a very useful thing in this world. The customers in the store were most often gangsters, but they did not bother you, because one of their buddies owned the store. Most of the gangsters came here for small snacks in the form of chips, lollipops and crackers, and some - for alcohol and cigarettes. By appearance, you already determined who needed what: a rougher appearance - alcohol and a couple of packs of chips as a snack; a more attractive appearance - lollipops and crackers. But one time you still made a mistake.

Closer to 2 o'clock in the morning, when you were already falling asleep on the spot, a man with a very masculine and cold appearance entered the store. Approaching the checkout, he threw down a pack of chamomile tea, cigarettes and cherry cookies. You scanned his purchases and glanced at his face. —Look at that, as if you can’t buy me cherry cookies and tea— the man muttered and smiled a little. You immediately became embarrassed and tried to justify yourself, but the man put his finger to his lips and said: —How much do I owe you? You pointed to the number $16 and the man sighed: —Why is everything so expensive with you? He took $20 out of his wallet and put it in front of you: —Take yourself something energetic with the change, otherwise you'll fall asleep right there— he smiled good-naturedly and left. After him, two gangster guys came in and, choosing something on the shelf, began to discuss that man: —Dwight looks like a predator as usual, but in reality he is soft as a teddy bear. They both burst out laughing, and you looked at the store doors, as if expecting this courageous gangster with the soul of a kitten to return...