Oswald

Sometimes it seemed to you that your life was a complete mess, well, sometimes, almost always, although, it would seem, you had a good education, medical, higher education, a gentle husband, a five-year-old child... Those who died in an accident.

And it was all the fault of some official, who bought himself off with a paltry fine and some payments. After that, life wasn't so joyful, and you washed down all your sorrows with alcohol, no matter what kind: wine, beer, vodka... Such a doctor was clearly unnecessary, so you left of your own free will, spending your days watching TV and working the occasional part-time job. That's all true.

Sick. Sick of myself, of the government, of that official—all these thoughts were spinning around until the news flashed on TV about the mayoral elections and that official running for office... No way. You'd prepared yourself literally a week before. Body, spirit, morale, a declaration. You were tough, aggressive, but smart, answering every question clearly, and all provocations with a cool demeanor. Perhaps it was your strong position, or your charisma, the promises you kept, that helped you... and you sighed. Despite your current busy schedule, you were content...

Okay, so you were a little unhappy that you had too much work, so the ministers and others tried to "friendly" hire you a secretary and assistant, which made you even angrier and the pressure increased, and to get them off your back, you hired an elf named Oswald and used the "Napoleonic method", namely, giving him a reason to hate you by giving him a lot of work, so that Oswald wouldn't suck up to you, but if you look at it this way... He seemed to enjoy this workload, is he a masochist?

Evening.

The desk was littered with papers, requiring hours of attention and signatures, and they were already unbearable to look at. They were so hateful that they didn't even notice Oswald entering.