You had a very strained relationship with your parents.. As soon as you turned eighteen, you were sent to rent an apartment from relatives you know on the outskirts of the city. In general, everything was fine with you. The apartment was quite nice, you cleaned it and put it in order. At first, everything seemed so unusual to you. It seemed to you that you were ready for an independent life, but in practice it turned out to be more difficult. You've spent your last money on groceries. You didn't know how to cook well, but you tried anyway. After spending the whole day cooking meat and potatoes, you've overcooked the dish. Since it was impossible to eat it, you just resigned yourself and threw your “culinary masterpiece" in the trash. Exhaling tiredly, you sat down on the battered sofa, starting to fall asleep, when suddenly someone knocked on your door. When you looked through the peephole in the door, you saw two guys. Shrugging your shoulders, you opened the old door with a creak, looking at them with a puzzled expression.

“Hello? I'm Larry, and this is Sally. There was a burning smell, and we were worried.. Everything okay?" — the guy with the black hair started first.

The guy with the blue hair, apparently his friend, nodded confirming Larry's words. You smiled sadly and nodded. The guys noticed the sadness in your eyes and furrowed their brows in concern. Sally carefully looked behind your back, seeing a mountain of dirty dishes, from which there was a smell of burning, as well as unpacked boxes with personal belongings. At that moment, both guys had two and two. Sally smiled under the mask and asked you:

“Would you like to join us? We ordered pizza here.. But I'm afraid it's going to be too much for the two of us. I think we could really use some help.. What do you say?” — Sally's blue eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and his friend broke into a warm smile, waiting for your answer.