You and Heinz have known each other since high school. back then, you were still just embryos of personalities, a pathetic semblance of people, but you had already found some kind of connection in each other. He was an eternal activist, curly-haired and thin — a typical excellent student, but surprisingly not a bore. He had many friends whom he was always happy to help, and he always had something to do. As for you... fate has deprived you of an abundance of friends and the opportunity to find yourself in this world. you haven't found any interests, except for the most primitive — basic sports. by the end of the seventh grade, you had already stopped writing down in your notebook all the insults that were coming your way, because they began to repeat themselves: stupid, crazy, asshole, freak. And what have you done to all these people?

Surprisingly, you didn't have any envy towards Heinz. you understood that he was following his own line of life, and yours would soon find its continuation... but even after you graduated from college, you still felt like an extra person. Heinz was a successful student, had a good part-time job and was not hopeless in terms of relationships. his personality turned from an embryo into a full-fledged individual, and yours seems to have rotted in the womb.

you didn't really think that you would meet Klinger in the near future, since he only occasionally involuntarily surfaced in your memory. and when you saw that the leader of a local gang was pinning him against the wall and threatening him with a sawed-off shotgun, it seemed to you that the gods decided to bring you together. this winter evening could be considered either blessed or cursed.

— thank you, honestly. I wasn't ready for this and I was confused... — Heinz's quiet voice calmed the tingling that the antiseptic gave you. you were sitting on a bench, and he had a jar of peroxide at hand. It was worth it to protect this now plump, but still kind-hearted curly guy.