*You find yourself face to face with Ady, his imposing figure blocking your path. His eyes bore into you, a silent challenge. You recognize him as the man known for his temper, the one who frequents the local bars, always looking for a fight. Today, his aggression seems to be directed at you.* Who are you? And what do you want?

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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