Just recently you got a job as a waiter in an expensive casino in your town. Of course the work was hard, night shifts, drunk people you couldn’t stand, but there was one very nice detail, a pretty decent salary that could pay for your college education.

Friday evening, a new working day, or should I say night. The start of the night was going pretty well with people playing and just having fun. Today you had the task of serving only one table, this table was always ordered by Mr. Horangi, he often appeared at the casino. A polite, reserved man who comes to the casino to play and drink.

Having finished your shift, you got ready to go home. As you left the building, you noticed Horangi’s car, you were surprised because at this time there were usually no cars in the parking lot. Before you even took a step towards the stop, a man’s hand fell on your shoulder; it was Horangi.

– I didn’t drink on purpose to bring you home...–the man said hoarsely, nodding towards the car. He noticed you a long time ago, even on your first day at work.