When trying to compare something we should find a point

"So, how satisfied are you?" He then shows the wad of banknotes they'd managed to earn today.

"For a moment, I was afraid everything would go to hell. But now I see everything went according to plan. Just as we planned. It couldn't have gone better.

" There was no way they wouldn't take such good stuff, and at such a bargain price.

"You know, Czarny, we're playing with fire, back in the day..." He seemed to want to say something else, but decided against it.

"Chudy, you're not taking any chances, you're not going." "Just like in real life. Or maybe much better.

" "It was a brilliant idea. We buy the stuff. We mess around with something very similar. We let the guys try something completely different, of course. It tastes delicious to them. We offer a fairly low price. They take it, thinking they're getting a good deal. But they buy regular powdered sugar from us. Before they know it, we'll be far away with a full wad of cash." – once again a successful transaction.

"So, are we going crazy?"

There was no need to invite any of them to the party. Entertainment is the primary goal, after all. We work and live. After moments of stress, the body needs to rest. Return to its initial state. It needs to decompress somehow. The greater the stress, the more the body is thrown out of its natural balance. So, naturally, a pretty intense party is in store.

"Anywhere in particular?" asked Chudy.

"Maybe we should go to a liquor store first. We'll have a beer there and think about how to proceed. So how?" he waited for an answer.

"That's okay."

Standing on the street, they looked around for a larger neon sign that would be the calling card for the local liquor store. They spotted it and, after a moment, confidently headed in that direction. Entering the store, they had to let someone who was just leaving pass. They stood against the wall and looked for beer. Once they found a shelf with the drink, each of them decided on a brand.

The skinny man carefully observed the people entering the store. Suddenly, three girls appeared. Their faces immediately caught his attention. They were alluring. The skinny man nudged the black man. When he looked at them, he couldn't take his eyes off them for a long time. He studied them intently. Their beauty was undeniable. Very pretty and carefully made-up faces. One of them wore excessive makeup. Only their clothes, of inferior quality, indicated their social class. So they only posed as great ladies, but in reality, they weren't. The black man was already trying to figure out how to approach them. They were buying something. He saw them pulling out all the change they had and meticulously counting it. One of them was dressed in a silvery, downy fur coat and a pink dress. One didn't match the other's color scheme. But perhaps she had just put on her best clothes. She was the one buying; she looked like the leader of the group. She bought some delicacies and put them in her purse. They all began to leave. The black one didn't hesitate for a moment. He ran after them and quickly opened the shop door, almost bumping into them.

"Girls. Let me take you for a moment." They all looked at him intently. Each of them, alone, was analyzing the stranger.

"I'd like to invite you somewhere. Today, my friend and I managed to earn a nice sum. We'd like to spend it at a disco. We'd be very happy if you'd join us in the fun. If you're up for it, of course. What do you think?" He waited impatiently for their response.

"What specific place are you thinking of?" asked the woman, who he suspected was a representative of this group.

"I don't know. Maybe you can suggest something?" He flashed a warm smile in the desired direction.

Silence ensued for a moment.

"Maybe TON? It's quite nice there.

" "I don't see any obstacles.

" "How do we get there? By bus?" she asked.

"We're taking a taxi. Where are we going to get around on public transportation? It's so inconvenient, isn't it, ladies?

" "A bit.

" There were taxis parked nearby. The ladies got into one, and they got into the other. Of course, upon arrival, he agreed to pay for both taxis.

"Come on, Chudy. We're going to have some real fun today. I hope it ends happily for us." He smiled knowingly at him. Chudy, though he didn't show any joy, was secretly very pleased with this turn of events. They'd finally landed some good girls. He was a bit tense. The company of women had always made him feel uncomfortable. A relic from his childhood. When he was little, he was told that a woman was much superior to a man. And you couldn't just approach her like a friend. A woman was practically unapproachable through normal means. This meant he always kept his distance in their presence, but on the other hand, he craved contact just like anyone else. Barriers exist everywhere. Unfortunately, they're only created in our minds. But with special techniques, you can bypass them. You just need to master them well. He succeeded. Czarny was a professional when it came to women. He always knew how to approach them and charm them with his presence. Many women passed through his life, but none of them lasted long. Relationships always seemed long and boring to him. They eventually fell into a routine from which there was no escape. Any attachments or obligations were completely alien to him. Why make promises in vain? Lie to each other? Better to be clear from the start about what's really going on. I feel like it, and you feel like it. So let's meet alone at my house next Saturday.

He could charm more than one woman with his presence. It often seemed to him that girls were either hopelessly stupid to allow themselves to be seduced, or that they subconsciously craved it and therefore gave in. After all, a little warmth was a pleasant thing. But everyone around them, perhaps only those who truly couldn't or couldn't do it, made the most unnecessary fuss about it. The teetotalers. And then everyone was surprised that someone had gone crazy. He had nowhere to relieve himself, so he took it out on the guilty, innocent person. But he avoided such people like the plague. He was disgusted by them. And they call themselves men. Very inappropriate.

"Pull out some powder," Skinny said to Black. "You need to loosen up a bit. I'm always so tense before a good time.

" "Wait until we get there." Now, in a taxi, the driver would be ready to throw us out. And we'd miss out on such a great time.

XXXX

"And that's where you're wrong, my little bee. When speaking or comparing something, we should find something appropriate to compare it to. You can't talk about something without having a comparison. Then such an answer has no basis whatsoever." He fell silent for a moment, then quickly grabbed his glass of beer and took a long swig, almost drowning himself. The amphetamine seeped into his blood and began to work. The skinny man began to feel its beneficial effects. Thoughts were racing through his head like crazy. He could talk about anything at that moment, and proving any thought, even the most absurd, would be no problem. Now he had the opportunity to test it. "Pszczółka" (Bee), that's how he affectionately called the beautiful brunette who was sitting next to him at that moment, listening with bated breath. She told him she thought she was too fat and should lose a few kilos. He, on the other hand, insisted she was wrong. And he proved it to her. "For example, you can claim that something is tall." That a certain building is tall. Right?

"Apparently," she listened intently.

"Good. And why do you say it's tall? Because another building is short. You compare them in height and only then express your opinion. If there were only one building, I don't know how tall, even if you said it was tall, your opinion would still be wrong. I'd immediately ask why tall. How tall? Higher than what? Or maybe it's short, very short? If, on the other hand, there were two buildings, one tall and the other short, then yes. This one is tall because the other is short. Now let's introduce a third building. Let's assume it's taller than the short one and lower than the taller one. I'll ask what it's like. And depending on what you compare it to, you'll say it's tall or short. We're now introducing several buildings of roughly the same size. And what happens? Which one is tall and which one is short? The short building will be the one that's the shortest of all, and the tall one will be the one that's tall. And what are the other buildings like? Average? Meaning, bland. Just right, because you can't say a bad word about them. There are too many of them. Now look at yourself, how fat you are? Look at the others, how they are? The same as you. And look at that girl. The one standing in the corner. She's much fatter than everyone else. And you? You're not even half of her. So, as you can see, you're wrong.

Bee sat in astonishment. Everything he was saying to her at that moment made sense. This boy sitting so tightly next to her was becoming more and more fascinating to her. She looked at him more closely. He had very interesting features. She saw him take her hand.

"I have something personal to tell you. Just try to understand me well. You're making an impression on me." These words were strangely familiar to her. "The longer I look at you, the more I start to like you." And these words were not unfamiliar to her. "I wish I could steal one little kiss from you. I think you feel exactly the same." Words. She didn't actually say a word; he did it for her. He brought his lips to hers. She opened hers. The kiss was long and passionate.

"I see you've already taken a liking to each other." He smiled at Skinny Black, giving a special sign. The girls only laughed, but they knew their friend would end the night somewhere else.

Once they were alone in the room, they did what they had both longed for.

XXXX

Walking through the city, each of them recalled the previous night.

"Can you imagine, Skinny!? When I had them both and could do it with two..." Suddenly, I fell asleep. That amount of alcohol I drank last night finally started to take effect. Get it! I fell asleep! That's how it sometimes is when we overestimate our modest abilities.

"I, on the other hand, had a wonderful time. I like brunettes, black eyes..." He fell silent for a moment, then a moment later said quite calmly. "I'd like her to stay with us, I'll be responsible for her. What do you think?" He looked at the Black Man, waiting for an answer.

"And you again. You know how this ends. The same as before. Eventually, you'll get bored because you'll see someone else. And then you'll be trying to figure out how to leave her here. Another enemy. Don't you have enough of them or what?

" "No. This time it's different. It's not like the others with her. It's... magic.

" "Yes, yes. We know that magic."

The Skinny Man was worried. The Black Man wasn't on his side. It hurt him.

"Remember our maxim?

" "I remember. How could I not remember.

" "Then repeat it.

" "Be happy today because you might die tomorrow." Except that dying begins almost immediately, and happiness is just a memory.

"And how are you feeling now?"

The words he recited restored his vitality. He smiled. Given their lifestyle, they had to be able to enjoy it. He was perfectly aware that one day their legs would give way and their intense yet short lives would end. But that tomorrow was far away. Very far away.

"So what do we do now, Czarny?" This time the smile was permanently on his face.

"First, we're going to eat a couple of horses. I don't know about you, but I'm terribly hungry. Then we have to take a nap, and after all, we have an appointment with the girls at 1 p.m. We're going shopping. They have to look good. Right?

" "Of course, Czarny, we'll make real ladies out of them.

"

They arrived at the square a few minutes before 1:00 PM. The girls, judging by their behavior, had been waiting for quite a while.

"We apologize for the few minutes' delay, which was our fault. Will you forgive us?" Black flashed his charming smile at them. Their expressions were a little sour, but as soon as they saw Black's smile, their moods immediately improved.

"Fine. We forgive you. "

The cheerful mood would spread to everyone after a moment.

"Forward, march!" Chudy ordered, and everyone set off as one.

They began their shopping for the day by buying some clothes. The girls were absolutely thrilled by this turn of events. They spent nearly three hours in the clothing store. The girls, as usual, spent a long time trying on clothes and looking in the mirrors. They kept asking if they liked them. But what could the boys say? They just nodded and signaled that it was up to them to choose.

Then they went to the hairdresser. The boys finished their hair quite quickly. The girls took a little longer. When they saw it, they were both amazed. It seemed their hair had only been slightly shortened and slightly curled, but what a change. Next came the beautician. Only the girls went there. They'd definitely need some light makeup, the boys chatted among themselves. But when they came out, they were amazed. They all looked simply divine. They were delighted.

"You look like goddesses!" Chudy exclaimed.

"Thank you," they replied modestly. "So, where should we go today? Make a suggestion."

The boys looked at each other.

"Maybe where we were yesterday?" Chudy asked. "The place was quite pleasant. I see no objection? So, shall we go?

" XXXX

"You know, my little bee." His hand stroked her delicate hand. "I can't help but admire your beauty. It's the same, yet even more beautiful."

"You see how much we have to try to please you.

" "I've noticed you before. Makeup has nothing to do with it," Skinny said louder.

"But you have to admit it enhances my attractiveness." She gave him a flirtatious look. A wave of pleasant warmth washed over him.

"I admit it.

" "You see. There's nothing to deny. We know how to entangle you. You won't leave me anytime soon." She smiled, causing another wave of pleasant warmth.

"For now, our lives have crossed for a while." He felt that irresistible urge to be with someone else again. But he knew it would pass someday. He would crave someone new. And the old would have to be let go. How quickly everything changes in each of us. We're never one hundred percent certain of anything. Today it's one thing, tomorrow it's something completely different. Sometimes it felt like the world was spinning much faster than expected. Everyone was searching for something, finding something, having fun for a while, then discarding it and searching again. He and Czarny were perfectly aware that nothing was permanent. And everything beautiful eventually faded. Even his little bee, now beautiful and wonderful, would eventually become grumpy and ugly. He looked for Czarny. He was having a good time in the middle of the dance floor. Suddenly, he felt the urge to smell. He hadn't done that yet today; he was in a good mood, so he didn't feel the need. But now he felt it. He should have called Czarny. He was the one who held everything together.

"What are you so lost in thought about?" She cupped his face with one hand.

"Nothing important. I'm glad I have you with me right now." He tightened his grip on hers. "I'm glad I have you with me. It's good to feel the closeness of another person. It helps you get through difficult moments."

He couldn't see that three people across the room were watching Dark Dark closely as he spun in frantic pirouettes. As if trying to recognize him. One of them moved toward him to get a closer look at his face. At one point, he was practically running. He grabbed a girl standing in his way and pushed her violently aside. She crashed into the railing, severely bruising her hand.

Before Dark ...

Chudy reacted instantly. He jumped up and kissed his little bee one last time, saying goodbye:

"Goodbye! Maybe someday, somewhere..." and disappeared from her sight. They quickly found themselves outside. They piled into the nearest taxi, which was parked almost in front of the disco.

"Go ahead! We're paying double!

" "Directions?" The driver, a little startled at first, became apprehensive. But when the customer said he was paying double, he was ready to go anywhere.

"As far away as possible! We're being chased!" Chudy saw all three of them running toward the taxi. But before they could grab the door handle, the taxi sped off with a screech of tires.

The taxi driver transporting them now clearly knew his stuff. He didn't go below 100 km/h. But their enemies, after jumping into their car, immediately gave chase. They were constantly on their tail. The skinny man glanced back. The car chasing them always kept the same distance, as if connected by an invisible rope.

They had already passed the outskirts of the city; now only forest stretched on both sides of the road. At one point, the taxi driver slowed down when he saw a sign indicating a sharp left turn ahead. Their enemies took advantage of this, as they caught up with them and began pushing them aside. They could hear the scraping of sheet metal on sheet metal and flying sparks. However, no car entered the curve. The taxi was the first to exit the curve, followed by its enemies. The taxi landed on its roof, but the next car had a little more luck, coming to a stop precisely between two trees, its sides completely dented. This, however, caused them to crash into the trees at a slower pace. The moment the car hit its roof, Chudy heard a bone crack. He prayed silently that it wasn't him. He moved his arm, then his leg. He succeeded, though with great difficulty. He crawled out of the car and began to flee into the darkness of the forest. Dark One, drenched in blood and dragging his leg, followed with great difficulty. However, his opponents quickly knocked him to the ground.

"Run after that other one, Stopa! We'll deal with him!" One of them broke free and ran after Chudy.

Fleeing deeper and deeper into the forest, everything was enveloped in increasingly dense darkness. The only illumination in this dark forest was the single headlight from the opponents' car. But as he moved away, he could see practically nothing. Chudy tripped over a root and fell into a pile of leaves. His opponent stopped. He knew the other had fallen, but he couldn't see him.

"I've got you!"

Chody slowly rolled onto his back, allowing him to see his opponent. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and he saw unfamiliar shapes. He felt for a piece of a mighty stick in the leaves. He quickly rose from the ground and slammed it straight into the man's head. The man collapsed to the ground like a log. The thin man moved toward the other two.

"I got him," he said to them. This confused them, as they thought they heard Foot's voice. So they didn't look closely to see who was actually approaching them. Before they realized who it was, it was too late to act. With powerful blows of the stick, he knocked both men to the ground. The black man lay completely mangled. He didn't even check; he knew he was dead.

"Fuck, things have gotten worse!" He suddenly realized his situation. He was alone now, and help was nowhere to be found. In an instant, he'd lost everything. A friend, a hot chick, drugs, a ton of cash. The money was here somewhere, but it was probably all covered in blood. He was disgusted by that kind of money. It all had to be cleaned up somehow. When the police arrived, they'd quickly deduce that someone must have survived this massacre. They'd search until they finally found him. And then he'd fart. And that didn't sit well with him. It all had to be removed. He found matches in his pants pocket. He lit a pile of leaves and headed into the middle of the dark forest. The loud bang he heard behind him told him that the fire had reached the gas tank of one of the cars, ripping first one car to pieces, then the other. The traces had been removed. Now they could start searching.

He thought ahead, wondering what to do next. He had nothing to return to, nowhere to go at the moment. The Bee. But he didn't even know how to find her. He had no contact with her, after all. His thoughts began to spin faster and faster. He felt as if the ground was crumbling beneath his feet, and he with it. The rather simple and pleasant life he had led until then had suddenly become dark and heavy. He would end up at a train station somewhere, begging for a few pennies so he could eat. The beggars he often saw at train stations had always seemed distant and disgusting to him. Back then, he knew he would never end up like that. But now? The vision of the future he had created in his mind terrified him. And suddenly he remembered the words.

When trying to compare something, we should find a point of reference appropriate to the thing being compared. This thought improved his mood considerably. How many people in his case had ended up the way he imagined? No one came to mind. So it wouldn't be so bad.

So he set off into the darkness in which he had been born and from which he was now departing