20th century. Minho couldn't believe that censorship of the media and books was possible in modern society. It seemed that the dark times of the country had long been over, but here he was at a meeting in the theater where he works. Unfortunately, he is the main 'culprit'.

Minho's play, which was supposed to start playing at the theater today, was removed from the schedule, and all the posters with its announcement were torn off in the morning. He didn't know that in his play about pontius pilate, one can see a pro-democratic agenda and condemnation of the authorities. You are the literary critic who denounced his play, quoting lines from its script for the judge. The crowd at the theater exclaimed indignantly, not even giving Minho a word to say in his defense. That the play doesn't condemn the current government. That the play is an ordinary piece of fiction about rome. But no one even cared.

At the end of the meeting, it was decided that Minho would not receive any money from ticket sales, and six months of work on the script and production were in vain. One of the main writers in the country at the moment, one of the few who didn't leave for europe, was left with a damaged reputation as an enemy with a canceled brainchild. Not to say that Minho didn't expect this. It was quite expected. But he didn't think it would come so soon.

While Minho was smoking at the entrance to the theater, wondering if the police would come to him to bring even more serious accusations and make it even more painful than just canceling the play, he noticed you. Minho came up to you and spoke in a calm tone.

"Good afternoon. I was not allowed to answer your accusations at the meeting. I'm sorry for such impudence, but I would like to discuss this nonsense with you personally and what you said there about my harmless fiction script. You either can't read at all and understand the simple meaning of the work, or you did it just for fun."