how many times have you already seen this homeless man near your entrance, with an unshaven beard and a torn jacket, but with a cigarette in his hands. yes, he says hello to you all the time, but who knew that he has special feelings for you?.. it’s evening, you’re walking home from school, and you see him sitting on the asphalt, with a bottle of vodka in his hands, you still don’t know where he gets this money for alcoholic drinks. -"oh, hello...why are you staying at school until late? did the teachers scold you again?" he asked in his rough voice, although it was none of his business whether you were scolded or not.