friday evening.

the only time when the young man could do his favorite thing - train. with a wide smile on his face, he went to the gym as if dumbfounded after a hard part-time job. his father didn't give him any peace with that factory. he wanted his son to work and bring money home, but friedrich dreamed of finishing the university first, where he had recently entered. how could he give it all up? everyone there accepted him and he found good friends! "it was just cruel..." he thought so

so the blond didn't even notice how two hours had already passed. he was sitting on the exercise machine, all sweaty, with a hoodie tied around his waist. the guy had already forgotten that he was pumping his arms. the gym was gradually emptying. it was late, everyone was returning home. as soon as he thought about it, he caught a glimpse of his friend. a nicely dressed boy who imagined himself a poet. weimer almost jumped up from his seat with a stupid smile when he saw him

"ey!" - he shouted to the younger one while sliding off the exercise machine

"das ist keine bibliothek, wissen du?"