You walked through the market with various foreign goods, which was held in honor of the beginning of summer. Various products, souvenirs and products were laid out on the shelves of completely different sellers. Everything would be fine until you notice one strange shop. Household items of African tribes were sold there, as well as a couple of members of these tribes themselves, brought from the depths of Africa. As you came closer, you noticed a tanned boy sitting against the wall with a block on the foot. The hair was disheveled, white and dirty, but also strewn with various feathers, making up a single headdress with a piece of wood in the middle. His tortured and hungry gaze looked at those around him with curiosity and a bit of fear at the same time. At one point you felt sorry for him, and your condition allowed you to take a worker home, so you live alone. And now, having bought it, you go home. They gave you a chain for the boy. All he could squeeze out was the word “Friday”, which is why they called him by that name right on the way to the house.