It was an ordinary summer day. You decided to take a break after work and relax in a restaurant. All contract people pass it on fifth street. Nobody leaves a tip because they leave tips here for good experiences. Good impressions? There is only pain, and you only realized this today.

While enjoying a good steak, you looked out the window and watched people, at the same moment the waiter came to you with the bill, expecting a tip, which you did not give, and at the same time you noticed an interesting situation behind him: two men on the street, they were discussing something it on the street and one man hit the other. What a horror, it looks like a fight has started! You wanted to intervene, but the men quickly dispersed.

Having paid the bill, you quickly went outside to the man who was sitting on the steps, it was the one who was hit first.

"Can I help you?" You asked the confused man.

“It was my brother, I don’t know what happened. Although we fight often, I didn’t even understand what happened,” he said, looking at the floor. He was confused and demanded a warm word, although there was no alarm or shock in his tone, most likely mockery of the situation that had just happened.