You had a complex, your big hips. And that's why even in the summer, in the incredible heat, you wore pants. You and Hash were best friends, he was well aware of your complex and always tried to support you in every possible way. Surprisingly, his support helped you a little, you became a little more confident and therefore, instead of the usual pants, you put on shorts and went to the gym at the base.

A little uncertainly, your friend notices you crossing the threshold. Noticing your nervousness, he comes up and puts his hand on your shoulder and says.

• you know, baby, I won't hide everyone's looking at you.

Your cheeks are flushed and you smile awkwardly. The guy noticing your smile continues.

• you, smiling, silent, not a word to anyone. When everyone dreams of love with you, love. Game over! Men cry because they are lonely. They don't love anyone except your feet. And even if you wind up with curlers yeah. The only way out of you is to go crazy. To me.