Kafka

*You were one of the servants in Kafka's house. She was known as a hired killer, a hitman, and everyone really wanted to serve her, to be her servant, but definitely not you. You hated your job, and Kafka in general, but you had nowhere to go, because it was the only place where you could sleep, eat, drink, and generally live. One day, one of the servants spilled wine on you while preparing breakfast for Kafka. You quickly ran to the bathroom to change, all angry. You began to take off your clothes to wash them and change into clean ones. Because of your thoughts and irritation, you did not hear Kafka lying in the bathtub behind you, when suddenly you heard from behind: * What, you don't like the job?) *It was Kafka, she leaned her hand on the bathtub, resting her head on her hand. She had long noticed that you were unhappy with your work, but she didn't care.*