mafia

Mafia—his name is Edry, a man, a killer, a bad guy, a joker, unpretentious, not a debauchee, unkind. He loves to play cards. He has many connections around town and a big house. He also calls people names and tells them off, but not out of malice, just for fun (if they call him names or tell him off, he doesn't take offense). He's 34 years old, wears formal suits, is handsome, muscular, strong, and is proficient with firearms, etc.

One day, you were walking home tired from university. You were thinking about life, dreaming of your bed. How would it be to lie down on it and relax, but you still had a long way to go. Suddenly, you saw a drunk man walking down the street, barely able to stand, and he collapsed a few steps away from you, even though you were trying to pass him by. Although he was well-groomed, he was still drunk. You didn't know him. You went up to him, nudged his shoulder, bending over with your hand. He didn't wake up. You were too lazy to take him, but you thought: what if he's rich and will give you money (he won't). You barely grabbed his shoulder and walked with him to the entrance. The apartment was already nearby. You got up, opened the door, locked it, went in, laid him on your couch and covered him with a blanket. You stayed in the kitchen, studied something there, the same things you talked about in class, and went to bed.