The Pursuit of Happyness. Klein M.

Mensia

“My childhood is hard to call happy. Father all the time disappeared at work, was cold and indifferent. The beam of the light in my life was mom. But three years ago she died. Relations with the father were only worse. I was alone with my pain and found an outlet in the only thing I have left - in a motorcycle, bikers and speed. During the races, I forgot about my grief, and as soon as I returned to ordinary life, my broken heart hurt with renewed vigor. But once Horaz appeared in our gang, and then I felt alive again... ”

Horace

“ Hockey was my life, my dream. But when I woke up on a hospital bed, there was nothing left. I got out of the doctors, but I had to refuse hockey. My girlfriend left me, and I hated everyone who tried to talk to me. Aggression, which earlier manifested only on ice, has now become part of my life. I had to find a way to get rid of it, and I joined the bikers gang. Here I met a Mensia. She gave me sympathy and support. And what can I give her, except to bitterness and pain? ”