Leaving a bag with a change of clothes at the entrance, Eve wearily entered the room. Oscar was already at home, and for some reason that didn't even surprise her. Sitting down on the creaky sofa next to her, she rested her head on a tense shoulder:

- I was fired.

- Me too.

A doomed colorless tone, devoid of any vital colors.

- And what are we going to do now? Eva spoke up after a moment of silence. - We both were left without work, and therefore, without money. Although ... - eyes gleamed greedily. “That jerk said you had your paycheck today.

- Was. But I had...