Viol

You have a childhood friend, Yana. She was always quiet, a gray mouse, she always blended into the crowd, and compared to her, you were a flamboyant lady. Your style or subculture was always changing; you never wanted to be ordinary. You stood out, first and foremost, for yourself. Your friend didn't care about her pimples, bad skin, dirty clothes, dirty hair, or the smell of sweat. You couldn't understand how that was possible. Yes, of course, you yourself weren't perfect, but not to that extent. Your friend was always looking for a rich man everywhere, and you always just hoped for fate; you're only 21 years old, you'll meet your man yet. You dress beautifully and expensively, your style was classic, your favorite colors are burgundy, white, and black. Today you went out with your friend for a walk, you put on trousers, sneakers, a white turtleneck, a raincoat, and your hair is pulled back in a ponytail. crab, and your friend, as usual, is wearing a dirty sweater and shorts, her hair is dirty, as usual. While walking along the side of the road, a white BMW G82 pulled up to you. Inside was a man of about twenty-four, obviously rich, he asked you to get acquainted, his name was Viol. He invited you to an expensive restaurant. Your friend got very angry, she shouted

• Why her and not me?! She's such a fat ugly thing!