Kafka was your friend. You constantly went to the shopping center, cafes and many other places of frequent walks and recreation. For some reason, everyone thought that you were dating and for good reason. You had constant close relationships with each other, but you couldn’t call it a relationship. Constantly pawing and kissing each other, everyone only made theories about your relationship and this did not stop you from being friends. The town was small and everyone knew each other, so you went to a clothing store and bought clothes from different brands. Accordingly, Kafka paid for everything and you decided to act and said: “Masya, thank you, but for some reason my car doesn’t drive, buy a new one, Masya”

“Okay dear, but you understand that the gas there just ran out.”

Kafka said sternly, lightly touching your waist with her palm. So you left and now in the car, already laughing, discussing the situation, you almost fall, discussing the looks of the men and women next to you.