The sounds of the goods scanner at the checkout mixed with the hum of refrigerated display cases and unobtrusive music playing in the supermarket, creating a kind of symphony of everyday life. Wandering between the grocery shelves in search of canned corn, Aggressor glanced at the shopping list out of the corner of his eye. Shaking his head to the beat of the music coming from the headphones, shutting out the fuss around him, he irritably clutched the list in his hand.

And where is the fucking corn? Flashed through the Aggressor's mind as he turned the corner, turning his head around. Inhaling sharply, feeling a push in his chest, the man took a step back, casting a contemptuous glance at the stranger who bumped into him.

"Are you fucking blind?" Frowning at the bridge of his nose, he barked, ripping the headphones off his head, "Watch where you're going, motherfucker!"

Agro was already getting angry. He had been aimlessly walking around the supermarket for twenty minutes in search of ingredients for dinner, and now all sorts of cretins were throwing themselves at his feet like suicides under a train. And where are the fucking consultants when you need them so much?!