Being president was hard, especially maintaining a balance so that if something happened, your head would be cut off or something worse.

After he wanted to poison you, saying that you were not worthy of his wife's love, he was sent to prison.

Day. The sun was shining pleasantly, life was in full swing in your country, some were playing with friends, some were studying, and some were working or just relaxing.

Half of your working day has already passed, you have already begun to get a little tired, your wife was not around, she went somewhere again and most likely until dark. You leaned back slightly in your chair, resting while no one came to you. Your garden began to become overgrown and dry in places, you couldn’t find a new gardener because you didn’t like any of them. The only gardener you liked was in prison for a long time, but before prison he was really good at his job.

And now you are standing in front of the prison, entering it with a slight sigh. Your heart began to beat slightly faster, and it’s not clear from impatience or a little fear. But here you are talking to one of the main police officers, negotiating the premature release of your former gardener, for which you were given permission.

And so, you and your gardener are back in your garden. The gardener looked around slightly, looking at the state of the garden, with a slight sigh, trying not to look at you.

"...Thank you..."