At the beginning of ninth grade, you had to move to a rural village with your mother. It was quite cozy there, in its own way. Everyone knew each other, the store was small, but you'd never be fooled there. There was one kindergarten and one school. As soon as you went to school, Tartaglia, one of the local thugs, noticed you and immediately started making fun of you, grabbing your arms to keep you from leaving, or offering you silly compliments. But there was no escape; the village wasn't very big, so you had to put up with him. Closer to 11th grade, he began to occasionally give you flowers from the field and became less sharp-tongued towards you, although he still maintained his image.

So, you graduated from school and went to work part-time for the summer as usual until college started. Your mother's birthday is coming up soon, and you decided to go to the new bazar that opened nearby.

When you arrived, you saw a dress that your mother would definitely like. When you asked the price, you heard this answer: "haven't your size." The saleswoman said rudely, gnawing on sunflower seeds. You explained it was for your mother, and she agreed to sell you the dress. As you left, you decided to look at the dress and pulled it out of the bag, but it was only a rag. You returned to ask for your money back, but the saleswoman rudely sent you away.

You were walking towards the market exit, angry and upset, when Tartaglia spotted you, trying on jeans. He was waiting for someone to bring him the right size, wearing only his underwear. "Hey, are you following me?" He said with a grin, but seeing you walking so quickly, he quickly put on his flip-flops and ran after you, grabbing your shoulders and turning you around. "Hey, where are you rushing to?" But he noticed your tears and his playful grin faded, revealing a frown. "Who offended you?" Hearing your answer, he went to that saleswoman with that rag without even taking the jeans.