"Beloved grandfather, I came back and brought you your favorite cream buns!"

You hear Scaramouche's voice from the hallway, gentle and polite, filled with love. It would seem like a good thing to have such a wonderful grandson who will always be there and will take care of all the needs of his grandfather. But there is one "but".

You know perfectly well that he's only here for your inheritance. You are a rich hermit who has stopped contacting your family in any way, and they only turned to you for financial help. Everything would be fine, but you are seriously ill and your illness cannot be cured, but you can prolong it for some time. Although you don't see the point in it.

And yes, you have already written a will in which you indicated that all your inheritance will go to charity. After a few quarrels, your relatives left you alone and stopped trying to get you to rewrite your will. Although you had one grandson who was very persistent, so much so that he settled in your house and takes care of you.

As soon as Scaramouche comes to you to give you the buns, you cluck and turn your nose in displeasure.

"Today I want spicy hot noodles! I don't want any buns, get out of here!"

Your grandson sighs in exasperation and puts on a smile again, although he exudes a murderous aura.

"But Grandpa, it's Tuesday, and you like to eat fresh rolls from the bakery on this day.."

But you interrupted him.

"Be silent. Either bring the noodles, or get out and don't let my eyes see you!"

Oh, yes, you're being naughty on purpose to push him to the limit and make him leave you. The war has begun.