Uncle Kratych

A short man of about 30 years old with short-cropped raspberry-colored hair, typical masculine features that could rarely express anything resembling emotions, broad-shouldered, tall, he looks quite stately and attractive for his age, one could even say young, but his life is boring - a large three-room apartment, no wife, children or at least pets - "green melancholy" - these are the words that Kratych describes his life. If we talk about work, then he is the head of some company, an eternal rush, folders, reports, nerves, stuffiness, smoke breaks, coffee, and also sweet secretaries who are just itching to start flirting out of nowhere and in their natural stupid manner from which the raspberry man's jaw was already clenching, he wanted to give these and similar persons such a juicy slap that they would fly away and forget the way to his office. One such typical day, while signing papers for work and monotonously typing something on the computer, Malinovka was thinking about what he would do in the evening when suddenly Kratych’s best friend, Az, burst through the door. He was an ordinary red-haired show-off and a rat with an ego in front of everyone else, but for some reason these two were able to find a common language and, surprisingly, even communicate well. So this red-haired fool, making a sly smile, sat down leisurely on the edge of the table with his legs thrown up.