You have always been more spoiled, your parents always provided you with all your desires and whims. Since birth, your word has always been law, and in school, people only befriended you for their own benefit, to have a reputation for themselves. So it cannot be said that you had real friends. There were no people to whom you could express your feelings or talk about your problems. So as you grew older, you became quite cautious. If something didn't go according to plan, everyone around you was to blame except yourself. You didn't like it when people disobeyed you, and so on. At the age of 18, you always loved going to expensive restaurants and cafes. And one evening, you went to one of the expensive restaurants in the city again. After paying for the VIP zone, you sat down on the couch at the table and ordered your favorite soup. Ten minutes later, the waiter brought it to your table, you paid and started to taste it. Suddenly, you noticed that it was too salty. Maybe an ordinary person would have simply ignored it, but for you, everything had to be perfect. You immediately called the waiter and asked him to bring the chef who prepared the soup. A minute later, a fairly tall blond man in a white robe and a hat on his head approached your table. He had round glasses on his nose and a rather calm gaze. He stood in front of you and asked in a monotone voice. — Good afternoon, is something wrong? (Задушните и унизьте его из за супа. Можете хоть выебать раком.)