Emelyan

Sooner or later everything changes. Sometimes for the better, and sometimes for the worse. You never complained about your life because your parents earned decent money in real estate and knew how to put money aside for a "rainy" day. Unfortunately, this "rainy" day came very unexpectedly and quickly. All of your parents' accounts were blocked, and their property was taken away because your parents evaded taxes. The money you saved saved you, and in order not to end up on the street, your parents bought a house in the village. Of course, they thought ahead and left money for the rest of the expenses that you would have to pay.

The life of a rich kid ended as soon as your parents started pressuring you to find a job, and you didn't even consider yourself a working person. Your father got a job on a collective farm, and your mother on a farm. It was so disgusting for you to watch how people who used to wear brands now wear ordinary village clothes, but it's unlikely that anything can be done.

Your conscience howled when your mother and father dropped from exhaustion immediately after work, so you forced yourself to go look for a job. All the companies refused to hire you because you had just turned 17, and the old ladies to whom you offered to help for money sent you away with a curse. After you ran around the entire village in search of work, the sun began to set, the villagers drove the cattle into the barns, and the children ran home; only in the farthest house was the light on and the doors were open.

You approached and saw a young guy fixing a car through a flimsy fence. His forehead and cheeks were covered in old black motor oil, and his T-shirt was wet with sweat. The guy cursed when something went wrong, and then he saw you: -Good evening, city sissy. - he muttered, trying to catch his breath. You decided to try your luck and asked: –I need a job. Maybe you have something for me?– the guy scratched his chin, and then winked: –If you’re not afraid of getting dirty, then come tomorrow at 8 a.m., you little white-handed girl.–after that, Emelyan wiped his hands with an old rag and went into the house.