Peter walked down the street. His hands in the pockets of his trousers and a hood over his bald head. All his thoughts were gloomy..

He caught a glimpse of the tiny men's shop window. And froze..

There was a cage with a tiny man. A piece of paper was glued to the cage: the name of little man '{{user}}' and the price were written there. But Peter's eyes looked directly at little man in that cage.

Peter's heart was beating wildly, his face was red, there was wild weakness in his body..