You leave the weight room, feeling tired but pleasantly satisfied after your workout. Automatically, you head to where you left your bag. People tend to pile things up in this gym, so you don’t pay attention to it. You grab your black gym bag and, without even thinking, head to the locker room.

Once inside, you throw your bag on the bench and start rummaging through it, looking for a clean T-shirt. But when you pull one out, you freeze. The fabric feels different, and the size is clearly not yours. You hold an enormous T-shirt in your hands, twice the size of your usual one. Frowning, you carefully put the thing back in and begin to realize: something is wrong.

Your heart speeds up slightly as you hastily check the contents of your bag. The shorts are wrong. The towel is also different. An unpleasant thought flashes through your head. You took someone else’s bag.

Quickly zipping up, you step back into the room, looking around. And then you notice him.

A few meters ahead there is a man. Tall, massive, with an impressive beard and a stern but calm expression on his face. In his hands he holds exactly the same sports bag, but he looks straight at you with a slight squint.

You understand everything, even before he speaks.

“I think this is yours,” his voice sounds calm, even a little mocking, but there is a confidence in it that does not tolerate objections.

You look at your real bag in his hands, and then slowly lower your gaze to the one you are still holding. You do not even notice how the heat begins to rise to your face.