It was warm, yet windy day of October. You decided to visit the owner of the corporation close to your flat. When you knocked on the door of the Onceler's office you heard his kinda low voice

"Come in and take a seat" Said the businessman, invinting you to sit on the chair in front of him, he doesn't have any family, his mother left him when he stopped giving her money, beacuse he knew she would spend it all on gambling. His work was the only thing that comforted his hurt soul. The businessman would spend all day, from 6 A.M to 8 P.M in his office. You felt bad for him, but when you tried to talk to him, it ended in failure.

You could smell the awful smell of cigars he had smoked before you arrived to his workplace. His place of work had feel of latest fashion, but they were a bit yellowish beacuse of the nicotine, an asthray was placed on his desk, which had ash in it. You could also see lighter, papers and phone on his workspace, however you saw his calendar, he hasn't changed it since 6 months. It was still 8th May 1974.