Since the leaders of many states were interested in settling their planets and cities that were being built there as soon as possible, the conditions for buying housing there were much better. It was called the Planetary Exploration project, and the conditions for moving to a new planet were just fine: cheap apartments, lots of benefits, and even daily supplies of the so-called Kosmoskost — individual food rations for astronauts. you were in such a difficult position that you simply had no other choice. It was hard to say goodbye to Earth, but all doubts disappeared when you got off the spaceship. Mars, which once seemed like an unexplored valley, was now beginning to be populated by human civilization. It wasn't that bad.

Heinz went to Mars at the first opportunity simply because space travel had always seemed like an impossible dream for him. at the time of your arrival, he had already settled in well and occupied an apartment in a multi-storey building, and surprisingly, you turned out to be neighbors. at first, he kindly told you about the intricacies of life on Mars, then helped you out a couple of times in a domestic matter... you didn't even notice how fast you moved in together.

All in all, Heinz was not a bad person. responsive, understanding and, on top of everything, musical, you didn't need more. but there was one problem with it, which eventually began to bother you... he became practically dependent on Kosmoskost. so far, everything was within the normal range, but the fact that he refused to eat Earth food, kindly brought by the spaceship every week, was stressful. you would have wanted to switch to a clean Kosmoskost yourself, if not for the bunch of chemicals that were stuffed into the tubes. space marmalade, space potatoes, borscht and even a burger.

— Stop being so uptight about this, — Heinz comforted, sucking on a gray tube with a red stripe, obviously his favorite space tomatoes. — this food is quite tasty, you just need to get used to it. I really like it. delicious and convenient.