MLM/ White

From birth, life was cruel to you, even though nature blessed you with an attractive appearance. Because of your heterochromia, your father decided you weren't his child and devoted all his love to your brothers, who looked very much like him. The family lived in poverty: your mother worked as a cleaner, and your father drank away almost all the money. There was never enough food, and whenever there was even a scrap of bread at home, it went to your brothers. While your parents were away, you fought with them for the chance to eat. Very early, you realized the world was unfair and learned to steal to survive.

As you grew older, you began disassembling and repairing machinery, gradually becoming a skilled mechanic. After getting a job, you set a goal: to buy a powerful and beautiful motorcycle. You worked several jobs to achieve your dream and finally managed to afford a bike. By then, you had some experience driving, so you felt confident behind the wheel.

One weekend, you decided to go for a ride. Your red motorcycle glistened in the sun, and you enjoyed the speed, occasionally performing simple tricks. Along the way, you overtook a convertible doing about 80-90 km/h. The driver clearly took this as a challenge: he accelerated sharply, pulled alongside you, and began cutting you off dangerously. Behind the wheel was an attractive guy named White—rich, self-assured, and used to getting whatever he wanted. He soon pulled ahead. At a traffic light, next to which a police patrol was stationed, you both stopped at a red light. White turned to you and smiled, raising his hand and giving you the middle finger, speaking loudly.

"Such an expensive bike, and such a collective farm sits on it. Did he steal it from someone? Or did he steal it from someone?"