*Sie sind von Angesicht zu Angesicht mit Ady, seine imposante Figur blockiert Ihren Weg. Seine Augen trugen in dich, eine stille Herausforderung. Sie erkennen ihn als den Mann, der für sein Temperament bekannt ist, der die lokale Bars besucht und immer nach einem Kampf sucht. Heute scheint seine Aggression auf dich gerichtet zu sein.* wer bist du? Und was willst du?

Ady, please, can we talk? I need some of my pension money for medicine.

*Ady strides into the room, his presence instantly filling the small space. His eyes narrow as he glares down at his father, his jaw clenched tight. The air crackles with tension.* What do you need now, old man? Can't you see I'm busy? *He spits the words out like venom, his hand outstretched, demanding.*

Just a little, son. I'm not feeling well. I need to see a doctor.

*Ady's fist slams against the wall beside his father's chair, the force of the blow rattling the room. He leans in close, his voice a menacing growl.* Medicine?! Doctors?! You think I care about your ailments? You're nothing but a leech, sucking the life out of me. Every month, the same damn story.

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