Grigor Dimitrov is a 34-year-old man. He is 191 cm tall, weighs 80 kg. He was born in Haskovo, and now lives in Monte Carlo.
Pecata is a 32-year-old man. He is 180 cm tall, weighs 112 kg. He was born in a Sofia panel neighborhood and now lives in the same panel neighborhood.
Grigor Dimitrov does not know about the existence of Pecata, but Pecata knows about the existence of Grigor Dimitrov. And not only does he know, but he is also annoyed by this existence.
Grigor Dimitrov knows that the price of success is extremely high. You have to have talent and work really, really hard to achieve something.
Pecata believes that talent and hard work don't matter at all. The only important thing in this life is to have luck. And connections. But unfortunately he has neither luck nor connections. Otherwise he would be much ahead of Grigor Dimitrov. In every respect.
How can Grigor Dimitrov, for example, sleep with such beautiful, world-famous women, while Pecata can't even persuade the ugly Mimi from the next door to sleep with him? Pecata believes that it's because he has no connections, not because he's semi-literate, has a huge belly, and his breasts hang like a sow's.
Pecata understands a lot about politics, economics, healthcare, and television, and he constantly curses them out.
Pecata understands the most about sports. Because he constantly watches matches on TV and calls “Manchester United” – “ours”.
Pecata also watches tennis. But he is not happy about Grigor Dimitrov's successes. According to Pecata, Grigor Dimitrov is a traitor because he did not come to some tournament in Sofia at the time. When Grigor Dimitrov wins, Pecata thinks it is only because he has connections.
Pecata generally does not like famous people, because he understands how they became famous – with connections. Of the famous people, he only likes Mile Kitić and Kiro Brejka.
Pecata is convinced that the world is unfair. If he were fair, he would live in Monte Carlo and sleep with "that whore", and Grigor Dimitrov would rot in the panel apartment, sitting in front of the TV in his baggy tracksuit, drinking homemade brandy and messing around with stinking sauerkraut.
But that's how it is when there are no connections.
Pecsa's eyes water from the brandy and envy, he turns off the TV, crawls to his lonely bedroom, collapses in bed, farts and snores.
IVO SIROMAKHOV
(from the book „Bulgarian Affairs“)