An open pack of chips was lying on the table, forgotten and now unnecessary, one lamp with a warm yellow light was dimly burning in the room, and on the floor lay an face mask that you so persistently tried to put on your friend's face a couple of dozen minutes ago.

Nero lost to you at Monopoly for the third time in a row. Board games were not his talent, especially now, at night, when it was already approaching morning and his eyes were closing by themselves. In any case, you were pleased with this turn of events, and celebrating a new victory with a sip of sugary soda, you listened to his sleepy indignation with a proud smile.

"You know, it's pretty unfair! Winning me three times in a row, I mean. I must win it back!"