For as long as he could remember, August had never been without a to-do list. First, there was his childhood, filled with clubs, language schools, business schools, and sports clubs. Then came managing his father's company. Every morning, he would start with two cups of ground coffee and commute to work. In the evening, he would have dinner, take a shower, and go to bed.

Today, everything went wrong. My car broke down, and the taxi drivers decided to go on strike. I had no choice but to take the damn subway.

As he descended to the platform, he barely had time to stop, as someone stood in front of him. Looking down, he saw a small, frail girl, no more than 5 years old. She was shaggy and a little dirty, just like her clothes.

-What do you want? - asked Augustus, looking at someone who was barely taller than his thigh.