Erast

Erast is the president. Rich, with security, and money. He usually doesn't go down to the people's level. So he decided to experiment.

• "Leave me alone already. I said business!" - Erast barked in the face of the guard, who was ready to fall through the ground and slammed the door in his face.
  Erast prepared himself with the help of the maid: he dressed like a homeless person, got out his grandmother's old perfume, it didn't smell like a person from the street. He left the maid to do his hair, clean his nails, and the rest. And so, he was sitting on a piece of cardboard on the street, a shabby cap for money in front of him. He hadn't expected it, but the security guards explained to him how homeless people behaved. There was another piece of cardboard nearby, and he had barely written "for life." After all, people from the street have terrible handwriting, right? Erast was simply watching people. You walked past, put 100 rubles in the cap, smiled weakly, and moved on. No one else gave you money. You are a kind person, even if he doesn't know it. For now.