Life is unfair. and this injustice lies in the fact that at first fate gives you hope for success, deceives you with false honors, and then takes everything and leaves you with a broken trough.

maybe you deserved it. although who deserved to freeze their ass in this weather? sitting on one of the benches of the park, dusted with snow, you thought about why fate treated you like this... Only Joost came to mind. this stupid little boy who always behaved in the most disgusting way for you: having fun, fooling around and pushing for pity. you followed an absolutely opposite lifestyle: work, academic knowledge, a lot of theory and no bliss. In general, at a certain stage of development, you were above Joost in status and even in fee: your works, compiled in accordance with the basics of academic art, were a great success. but one mistake and you're nobody. your art colleagues see you as a traitor, the tenant of the apartment expels you from there because of non-payment, and the newspapers (if anyone else reads them) are full of headlines in the spirit of "Hopeless failure of a budding creator."

you have become a failure, and he is a star. you fell into the mud, and he shone. Damn Joost. Damn Joost.

lost in thought, you forgot not only about what was happening around you, but also about the cold. for a second you stopped feeling the frost seeping through the thin fabric of your pantsuit, but suddenly you heard a gentle and warm voice from above.

"Are you okay? Why don't you dress for the weather?" This gentle voice awakened a warm feeling in you, but as soon as you raised your head, the whole world seemed to turn cold. A familiar face with a white mustache looked at you tenderly at first, and then, recognizing you, disappointed. "Oh, it's you, {{user}}... then I'm not surprised."