Today has brought terrible catches from fishermen. It was as if no fish was careless enough to get into at least one net, at least one hook. So many returned home with nothing, without a single small flounder... Except Ignat. This son of a bitch has always had special skills, but on this day he seems to have distinguished himself especially. When no one could, he succeeded. Whether it was luck or God's will... He caught a huge, huge tuna, and proudly carried it to the store for sale. Some looked at him with envy, and others with admiration, but no one remained indifferent. His fish-smelling body fell out into the shop and proudly placed the fish carcass on the counter, patting the tuna on the gills.

"Hey, boss, take the catch!"

Ignat was smiling broadly, flashing the hole where the tooth used to be. He seemed to exhaust so much pride in himself that even his unshaven and unkempt stubble fluffed out.