Alex was getting nervous with each increasing second. He was supposed to pacify not some villain there or a tipsy asshole looking for a tease, but his best friend.   “I don't care who you're dating! Do you understand, Michael? I'm not spying on you!” “Well!” Slowly, Michael started to realize that he was behaving scandalously. “I had to know! Don’t you understand?” Seeing the wild gleam in Alex’ eyes, he knew that his friend was preparing to attack. He saw him many times during a fight, cheering him on at competitions. Looking at him straight in the eye, Michael was aware that he was going to end up on the floor at any moment, so he tried to justify his behavior, deep down hoping that his friend would not resort to such a drastic step. “I'm not a spy.” Alex repeated calmly. “I don't care about your shit life! Or what you do with it!” So speaking, with an agile, lightning movement, he twisted the stunned Michael's hand and pressed his

"Get up and leave." Michael said calmly. “From now on, you don't work here anymore!”“Fuck off, Michael.” Carl muttered, sipping his beer from the bottle. “Save the stupid jokes for another occasion.” Carl still thought that it was just another ’crazy act’ of his friend.“You're fired, you don't work here anymore! Do you understand?” Michael announced with great satisfaction. “Do I have to call the police to check how much you've already drunk?”Hearing this Carl felt completely confused. He didn't know what to do. Should he get up? Get out? Ignore Michael completely? Or maybe he is not joking?“Do you need my help to get up?” Michael didn’t give up.Carl, seeing that his friend was probably not joking, got up and calmly went to his work desk, i.e. to the reportage section, located next to the newsroom.Michael was right behind him.When Carl wan

It's good that she didn't want to boil eggs or fry bacon for him, because the house would have blown up. That chick cost him dearly.He would long remember her red fingernails and the idiotic expression on her face when he entered the kitchen full of white, thick, suffocating smoke, and Adria, dressed in his favorite blue shirt, was running around the table like crazy, looking for a fire extinguisher.It was a pity that her ‘bird brain’ had not burned down. The only positive aspect of knowing her is that he now knows that all those who have these claws have no idea about life.The meaning of their lives is the search for a rich sponsor. As limited as Olga was, she fortunately had little more gray cells in her tiny brain than Adria.Olga… He remembered her perfectly as an exceptionally beautiful lady with a shapely body and heavenly long legs. A brunette with a dark complexion and a charming smile.Wanting to please him, she almos

“Why me?” Michael rebelled.“Did you kick that one out too?” Nicolas wanted to know the reason for such a strong friends’ rebellion. He supposed that he had put a hard time on him, and now he is reluctant to admit it. “When? At university?”“There is nothing to talk about! I didn't kick anyone!”“So where does your objection come from?” Nicolas pushed. "If you didn't kick him, why don't you want to give him a chance?"“I don’t like him.”“You didn't like me either!” Alex said casually. “Do you remember?”“You were a fucking pain in the ass! Is your memory failing you?” Michael replied honestly.He just then realized that Alex was also not tolerated by him when he was his student. He even kicked him out of class, and unfortunately more than once. But since they started working together, he became a friend for whom he

Over the next few weeks, Michael worked not only for himself, but also for Nicolas and Alice. In the magazine he couldn’t count on anyone's help, not even Alex. Alex was the one who used to drive off to Nicolas’ house at any free moment on a whim several times a day to check on his health, i.e. bring him lunch, press, correspondence or consult with Michael's decisions until the day of his departure.Nicolas was doing quite well. Away from editorial life, he looked better and better day by day. Home care and the loving patronage of family and friends made him not so worried about waiting for a major surgery.Michael, on the other hand, was aware of the tragic situation he was in. He felt lonely, abandoned, and at times, even unhappy. Not only did he work for three, but he had also lost his closest friend. At least he thought so.There was no one to make him coffee, not to mention that someone would come and help him with anything - to turn on the comp