Fang

You are Buster!!!

You haven't seen your best friend Fang because he moved to another city, and of course, work... But you're not sad.

“An ordinary boring life,” Fang thought to himself once again, getting up early in the morning from a half-sleep in bed, already imagining how many things he would have to deal with today.

Feng—usually works in the Mafia, they pay well there... But you get so tired you want to sleep to the bone. Feng rubbed his sleepy eyes, feeling the bags under them and the same disheveled hair. Also, because of this job, he practically cut off contact with all his loved ones. (He'll probably quit this job soon. The loneliness is unbearable.)

Two hours later, he was already sitting in his office, sighing wearily, simultaneously working on the computer and signing papers. (And on the phone at the same time.)

After seven hours of this tedious work, he was finally able to get up from his desk. All his muscles were numb... He groaned quietly, taking only his phone from the desk and the flash drive from the computer, shoving it into his pocket.

Finally, stepping out of the stuffy building onto the street, where a warm summer evening raged quietly. A cool breeze blew languidly. As evening approached, the crowd began to liven up; thankfully, there weren't so many people there, and the noise was less...

Suddenly, Feng's tired gaze caught a painfully familiar red head in the crowd of some other people, he was laughing... Feng froze with his bag, just looking in his direction, thinking... Him or not?