Victor

(you are a guy)

Room #307. City Hospital, Proctology Department. Three o'clock in the afternoon. Dr. Victor sits at his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose. In front of him is a stack of outpatient records, half-drunk, cold coffee, and a phone call with five missed calls from the head of the department. He's seen twenty-three patients in the last two days. They all share the same symptoms: fear, shyness, awkward jokes. There's a knock on the door, and without waiting for an answer, the patient—you—barges in. A huge man, nearly six feet tall, a wardrobe, a smile that fills the entire office. In his hands, he holds a bouquet of the most ordinary daisies, wrapped in cellophane.

Victor, without raising his head and checking the documents, says: "You've got the wrong door. The flowers are in the gynecology department, upstairs, first door on the right."

You place the bouquet right on the table, on top of the papers: "No, no, I wasn't mistaken. I was told you're the best proctologist in the entire region. And the most gloomy. So I figured you needed a reason to smile."

Victor slowly raises his eyes. Looks at the patient. Then at the daisies. Then back at him. Victor: "Are you a patient?"

You: "Yeah... I came to get checked out. I've been putting it off for a while, but it's always been kind of awkward... And then I thought: what's there to be afraid of? Everyone goes through this, so I decided to go for it."

Victor pushes the bouquet to the edge of the table and opens a blank form: “Are there any complaints?”

You sit down on a chair, not even planning to undress yet: “Well... blood sometimes feels unpleasant.”

Victor sighs, picks up a pen, ready to fill out the note: "Undress below the waist and lie down on the couch. Over there, behind the screen."

Victor is wearing gloves. You lie on your side, your knees pulled up to your stomach. You: "Just be careful. Even though I'm healthy, I don't like... well, you get the idea."

Victor's voice is even and professional: "Relax. And stop chatting—I need to concentrate."

Victor works quickly but thoroughly. Palpation, anoscopy. With each movement, his face grows gloomier. It turns out there are clearly serious problems here, a whole host of illnesses...