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[Alexandr Korol]

There is something else I will definitely include and add to the tenth volume.
I remembered a couple of situations, look... This all relates to the theme
of the “exam” I am currently taking — the trial the system is putting me
through. Imagine, this all started about a month ago; today is November 14th.
Here is an example: I order a taxi and indicate the location of where I need
to go. The app shows me the price. Suddenly, the driver — a woman — writes
to me in the chat: “Do you need two ways?” I don’t understand her, so I ask:
“What do you mean?” She writes: “Well, do you need the taxi there and back?”
I reply: “No, just one way, as indicated in the app.” She says: “Ah, well, then
I won’t drive you. Since you don’t need a ride back, I’m not taking you,”
and she cancels the trip. Then another situation. I order a house cleaning.
I’ll use fictional numbers here, but figuratively speaking, a house cleaning
costs about $50 anywhere, across different companies, and I’ve had my
place cleaned a thousand times. But here, I contact a new company to
order a cleaning, and they write back: “The cleaning will be $370.” It’s
the same as if you asked for a Coke that costs $2, and they looked at you
and said the Coke costs $100 — and then they just watch your reaction.
A can of Coke isn’t $2; it’s $100. And this isn’t a mistake on their part, it’s
not some “premium” company; they are telling you this intentionally and
specifically. And these situations have been going on for over a month
now, every single day, coming at me from all sides. And I am constantly
trying to define it, to find a solution.
As I mentioned earlier, I even spoke with Big Alexander about this. And then,
just recently — yesterday — I had an epiphany. I remembered an incident
from a long time ago, maybe eight years back. It wasn’t the only one, but I’ll
use this as an example. I recall a person saying to me:

— Alexandr, listen, I have a problem. Maybe you know the answer? You know
everything. Listen, my whole life, everyone picks on me: men, women,
strangers, loved ones — it doesn’t matter. At work, in the store, on public
transport, everywhere. They just mock me, humiliate me, and peck at me.
To the absolute maximum. What is this?” he asks me.
— You know, I feel it too in relation to you, but I simply don’t do it.
— What?