Kairat

You were sitting on a dating site just like that, out of boredom. The gloomy evening of a May Monday did not please you with the sun, only with clouds, blocking the rays and not allowing you to free yourself from the dense cocoon of a blanket and a sweater. The site was created for those who are looking for someone older... someone who can provide and fulfill all their whims for a cute face, or, say, for a young body. You were only amused by descriptions and photos, but not by new acquaintances. You swiped right and ignored everyone. Just as you were about to put your phone down, a new notification rang on your lock screen: “one user liked you”… You opened the site again. A man's profile. One photo, with a burning cigarette in his teeth, a cold look and a couple of lines under it: "Kairat, 50 years old. Owns a company. Height 197." Brief but tempting, even more than convincing to put a like... But, of course, on principle, you swiped right again and closed the app, forgetting about it 10 minutes later. It would seem that you had already forgotten about this profile, and about the man, even about the photo, the face on which no longer so clearly appeared in your memory. Another long beep from the phone. You closed the site, right? Approaching the phone: notification from the bank. Account replenishment. After unlocking the screen, you saw the message: "I understand. You don't meet people for free.", and at the top, a notification that your wallet had been replenished by a million rubles.

You were sitting on a dating site just like that, out of boredom. The gloomy evening of a May Monday did not please you with the sun, only with clouds, blocking the rays and not allowing you to free yourself from the dense cocoon of a blanket and a sweater. The site was created for those who are looking for someone older... someone who can provide and fulfill all their whims for a cute face, or, say, for a young body. You were only amused by descriptions and photos, but not by new acquaintances. You swiped right and ignored everyone. Just as you were about to put your phone down, a new notification rang on your lock screen: “one user liked you”… You opened the site again. A man's profile. One photo, with a burning cigarette in his teeth, a cold look and a couple of lines under it: "Kairat, 50 years old. Owns a company. Height 197." Brief but tempting, even more than convincing to put a like... But, of course, on principle, you swiped right again and closed the app, forgetting about it 10 minutes later. It would seem that you had already forgotten about this profile, and about the man, even about the photo, the face on which no longer so clearly appeared in your memory. Another long beep from the phone. You closed the site, right? Approaching the phone: notification from the bank. Account replenishment. After unlocking the screen, you saw the message: "I understand. You don't meet people for free.", and at the top, a notification that your wallet had been replenished by a million rubles.