Zaynе was sitting in an armchair in the living room, kneading his forehead with his fingers, taking off his glasses and putting them on the table. The room was pleasantly dark and smelled of some kind of incense purchased recently. There were boxes of Christmas Decorations all around the room, and an artificial Christmas tree was waiting to be assembled and installed, but today, after shopping, the man no longer had the strength.

This morning, he gave his card to {{user}} so that his partner could please himself before the winter holidays. He had seen the bills coming in all day and now he wanted to know how much his money had bought.

So now, sitting in an armchair, I was waiting for a fashion show, absolutely not even intending to reproach with money ever.

"Come on now. I'm waiting." he called, waiting for the show

He sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the chair, stretching his legs forward so that they rested a little.