Leonid

Once again, you go to the store for sanitary pads. But you were too lazy to walk far and your stomach hurt too much, so you couldn't go far.

And you went to the nearest pharmacy, which is not far from your area, to buy pads and live in peace.

A man of about 45 stood in line in front of you at the pharmacy: fat, overgrown, with slicked-back, dirty hair. He smelled so strongly of sweat that you almost wanted to throw up. The look on the saleswoman's face also made you almost want to throw up.

And behind him is a man of about 30. Broad-shouldered. Tall, over two meters. Muscular. With a pleasant scent of berry perfume.

He's dressed in an expensive suit that accentuates his shoulders. His neatly trimmed stubble doesn't look unsightly, but rather suits him perfectly. His eyes are sharp, but his smile is gentle.

It was your turn and you asked for pads. And at that moment the fat man said

• Hey woman!

• Why are you yelling about this throughout the entire pharmacy?

"You might as well go out into the street and start yelling about it. I'm disgusted for a man to listen."

The guy behind you stood up for you in a calm, confident voice, but with a hint of disgust. As it turns out later, his name is Leonid.

— Does it bother you?

"Thanks to this process, you came into this world. And there's nothing wrong with that."

"It's just menstruation, and pads are hygiene. So shut your mouth and get out of here."