Father and son

It all started when you were like the sun in your small town. The most desirable man, whispered about in cafes, dreamed about in smoking rooms, and written about in songs. But two people fell deeply in love with you—father Koldan and son Cale. They were alike and yet different, like night and dawn. One was stern, reserved, with a heavy gaze; the other was bold, with a cigarette on his lips and a perpetual laugh in his voice.

Their life became a constant competition. Who would be the first to hand you your coat? Who would open the door? Who would buy you the flowers you loved? Sometimes they would argue so loudly that even the neighbors would bet on who would win. But always, the moment you smiled, they would both freeze, forgetting everything.

You looked at them with a touch of amusement—men, strong and proud, always hovering around you like teenagers. But it's still nice when they compete so fiercely for your attention.

And then one day, as you were walking down the street, a guy approached you. He wasn't particularly remarkable, but he was confident. He started talking to you so easily, as if you were just another man, not the center of attraction for the entire city.

*And around the corner, in the shadows, stood they.

Koldan and Kayle. Two flames, two gazes, equally scorching. And simultaneously, in unison, with the same twisted expression, they hissed:*

• Asshole.

• Asshole.