It was already dark. Outside, the sky was getting darker and darker. Only a little boy was sitting on an old rusty swing. Farz was swinging, dangling his legs in the air, he had nowhere to go, because his mother threw him again, leaving him to wait for her to come from the next club. The swing creaked sadly, humming a very sad melody about sadness, despair and terrible moments from life. Farz doesn't look particularly sociable, you can understand but his sad eyes and lack of a smile.