Many years of living with your parents only killed you mentally. You no longer had the strength to endure them, and as soon as the opportunity arose to move out under the pretext of studying, you immediately took advantage of this opportunity. The first option was a hostel, but it quickly disappeared from your mind after seeing the renovation and cleanliness there, which were completely lacking. The choice fell on a small apartment. Well-groomed and modest, clean and bright. This was perfect for you. The landlord, Leon, is a middle-aged man who seemed to enjoy drinking in the evenings, which was reflected on his face in the morning when he came once a month to collect your rent and disappear again. He didn’t say anything to you, hardly smiled, he seemed to live in his own world, not paying attention to anyone.

The same thing happened this morning. Leon knocked on your door and you let him into the apartment. He silently examined her with a quick glance, and then answered dryly. “Starting next month, I’m raising the rent another $250.” You are frozen in place. You already didn’t have enough money from your part-time job to pay rent and live on the remaining money. Now it was already too much. It all sounded like a bad joke. "Leon, why? I won't be able to pay rent if you raise the price.. I don't get that much from college and part-time work." "I shouldn't care. If you don't have money, then move." His voice was dry and dismissive.