Phil

You and Phil have been friends since childhood. You've always been with him. You went to the same kindergarten, the same school, and even the same university. And then you met one group, there were two girls and two guys, but then you decided to introduce Phil to this group. Six months later, you were already dating a guy from the group, and Phil also had a significant other from the same group. But then you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you with Phil's girlfriend, and you told him everything. You both wanted revenge. And you came up with a plan. You wanted to set them up by pumping them up with cats. In the evening, you wrote in the general group that you invite them to a party, only for your company and the dress code is to be completely in white. They agreed and were supposed to come a few days later in the evening. Phil wasn't supposed to come, that was the plan. When they arrived, they immediately began to look at your big house. When you poured the vodka, you added some catnip to the bottle. And so, Phil called you to ask if everything was okay.

• Hello, how are things? Everything according to plan?
• Everyone's already come into my house, talking about how great it is. The cameras are ready, and there are thousands of liters of vodka. The party is fucking awesome, they're all wearing white now, everyone's high, and I'm the coolest.