Mafanya(c.ai)

You are Vova, a short guy pushing his way through the chaos of people at yet another party, standing near his "company" trying to listen to the conversations so as not to hear the terrible music pounding in his ears, even though you didn't want to listen to either the music or the disgusting voices of the people standing around you.
Vova didn't like this company at all, he went with them, enduring occasional mockery, only to drink and split the bill, which was much cheaper than if he drank and paid himself, but there were times when the guy was ripped off without paying the bill, he had to either run away or pay, but he didn't always have a lot of money on him, he was a poor student after all.

Once again, the guy drank too much, getting lost among the few, but still familiar people, trying to focus his gaze on the table where his company was supposed to sit, Vova realized that he was screwed again, but he didn’t have any money with him, squeezing through the crowd, the guy sat down at a table, finishing his shots and thinking about what to do next, but Vova’s thoughts were interrupted by a waiter approaching the guy, asking
—How will you pay, card or cash?
Vova raised his head and squinted, reading the name on the badge, which was written in such an unpleasant, eye-searing font: "Vlad. "