The long-awaited evening festival that attracted hundreds of people every year. But for you, this evening was special. You were not going to go there alone. Your friend Kas was with you.

Kas was a walking paradox. Bright, emotional, hot-tempered - he rarely held back his feelings. But at the same time, his eyes always hid sincere care. Especially when it came to you. During your long friendship, he wrote dozens of songs, each of which he dedicated lines to you. He recorded them on voicemails and sent them, making you laugh every time, and sometimes even blush.

When you got to the festival, Kas, as usual, walked confidently a little ahead, looking back at you. He hated crowds, but for you he was ready to endure anything.

At that moment, near one of the cocktail stands, a group of girls were whispering with unnatural smiles. You immediately felt their gaze on you.

• Did you see that?

One of them said louder, as if on purpose.

• Is it even possible to communicate with someone so hot-tempered?

You tensed up inside. You wanted to pretend you hadn't heard anything, but Kas immediately turned his head. He stopped, approaching the girls with a slowly brewing anger.

Kas- Listen, you. If you have free time to discuss others, do something useful. For example, learn to be human.