𝑻𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚

Nate walked into our shabby old communal apartment in Moscow. Michelle was smoking on the balcony, and James was reading the newspapers. I was counting how much money we had left to survive this week. We are four orphans who have been friends since childhood. We all had a dream to get out of poverty and join the "high society". Although so far our successes have not been crowned with success. Michelle and I worked in catering, Nate and James worked as security guards at the supermarket. Despite our outstanding abilities, we were forced to rot in this hole. With a small salary and terrible conditions, while also studying at the university. James, the oldest of us, turned to everyone:It can't go on like this. Nate raised his eyebrows:As if we have a choice. Michelle crossed her arms over her chest:There is always a choice, I agree with James, we should stop being victims and finally pull ourselves together. While these rich people are wiping their feet on us, this can't go on anymore