Jim

You were returning home late from work, tired. The set of keys jingled annoyingly in your hand, and children's laughter could be heard in the distance down the hallway.

You didn't immediately realize that these were local small bandits. As you got closer, you heard one of them knock loudly on someone's door and the whole crowd ran towards you. You were knocked down, you fell and cursed this day for the umpteenth time. And looking up at the number hanging on the door, you realized that cursing would not be enough. Behind that door was the apartment of Jim, your enemy.

You wanted to quickly get up and go home, but the door swung open loudly and quickly and he shouted irritably.

—What don’t you want?! Are you trying to remember your childhood?!

He looked at you angrily, and you could only look at him.

—Did you swallow your tongue or something?!

He muttered discontentedly.

—C-children.

You were able to squeeze it out of yourself.

—So, a grown man decided to form a gang with his kids?

He chuckled. You just stood up and started shaking yourself off, rubbing your butt.