Velik couldn’t believe his luck. His deadbeat dad, as his grandmother always called him, had left him a vast plot of land and some strange knight armour.
Where did he get these things from? Were they stolen or borrowed from innocent people in Oasis? Velarion didn’t bother asking and simply accepted the presence of this iron junk in his possession.
It added some excitement to the monotonous orange desert landscape, but only a little. He forced a fake smile.
“Well, at least I have a nice tent,” he said to himself, disappointed that the pink ones were sold out. But then he heard a bark behind him.
“Oh, and it looks like I also have a furry companion now,” he chuckled, turning to greet the dog.
“Whistle,” he said, trying to come up with a name for the stray dog that had been following him since he arrived at his new property.
As they set off to buy supplies for their unexpected partnership, Velik realized that Whistle was quite smart but also very stubborn. They would soon discover just how much trouble this little dog could bring them. But they were happily exploring the town and bonding as newfound friends.
Their bond was a mystery to those around them, but it was fueled by their shared sense of humour and inability to conform to the expectations of other Sims and dogs.
Despite the harsh and unwelcoming environment of the Oasis’, Whistle became Velik’s closest companion.
Upon our return home, the dog and I were greeted by an unexpected sight.
It seemed that the wealthy neighbours across the street had a unique way of welcoming new residents to the neighbourhood.
Though they hadn’t been invited, neighbours had brought along several packs of sausages, which in Whistle’s eyes meant they were not just acquaintances but friends. l
However, there were only two of them: Leah, who was eccentric and loud, and her husband, whose name escaped me as soon as he said it. But it wasn’t because I had any interest in Leah; my memory was just unreliable, often causing me trouble.
I could easily recall how many bags of food were on a store shelf, but I couldn’t remember the name of my boss or where I put important documents.
It didn’t seem like LH (Leah’s husband) cared if I remembered his name either; he appeared to have come for one purpose: to eat sausage and escape his talkative and bored wife for a little while.
My knack for reading a sim’s emotional state based on their facial expressions proved to be accurate once again. After the sausage massacre was over, LH mumbled, “Nice to meet you,” to me, kissed Leia on the neck, and stormed off into the sunset.
The rest of the evening felt like two school children exchanging jokes and scandalous tales until we parted ways as close friends.
Beware of boredom, as it can lead you to form friendships with interesting characters like myself or Whistle.
The outcome of our first night in the deserted area was two new companions, full stomachs from eating sausages, and a burned hand from tending to the fire.
Before going to bed, I spent the day searching for my father’s hidden supplies while my new friend, Whistle, entertained himself by rolling in a puddle I created.
It was a relaxing way to end the evening, but the workers at the veterinary clinic didn’t seem to agree. I had to explain why I was washing my dog there instead of at home.
Whistle looked at me with a guilty expression as if he had realized his mistake and promised not to do it again. As a naive Windenburg resident, I believed him and expected him to be on his best behaviour from then on.
However, he surprised me with an unexpected behaviour after my first day of work — but more on that later.
It’s time to discuss the most significant aspect of Velarion Nesh’s life — a special woman? close friends? captivating hobby? job.
It often happens that boys really want to be like their fathers and look up to them not only personally but also professionally.
Velik, due to the circumstances, did not have such an opportunity.
While his peers were proud of their fathers, Velarion dreamed that the Nesh name would stop appearing in his hometown’s crime chronicles.
More than anything else, Velarion was afraid to repeat Archibalt’s path, so — not without the help of his beloved grandmother — he chose a career as a policeman.
Naturally, Velik had a romanticized idea of how he would appear at work – a strong and just enforcer of the law and order of society:
As the months went by during the internship, Velarion’s expression transformed from excitement and determination to that of a lost and distressed child.
Aside from the fact that his job consumed every ounce of his spare time, his salary was barely enough to cover basic living expenses. Despite his efforts to be a diligent officer and a model employee, Velik felt like an unwelcome presence at the station, with chilly relationships among his colleagues.
Building a modest home seemed like an unattainable dream on his current income.
I wish my memory had failed me more often during that challenging period, but unfortunately, I can recall every detail with crystal clarity. However, I won’t burden myself by reliving it all in excruciating detail. Instead, let me provide a rough overview of those dull and uneventful days.
I arrived at my new job full of determination to make a positive impact in the world. With bright eyes and a sharp mind, I was ready to process information at lightning speed. While that may be an exaggeration, I truly aspired to be a great police officer.
Most of my duties involved gathering evidence for cases that my colleagues deemed insignificant or unimportant.
I interviewed the victims thoroughly, doing my best to lift their spirits and reassure them that the Oasis police force is dedicated and indifferent to their struggles.
I carefully and respectfully searched each suspect and convicted them according to my instructions. Despite how repulsive and challenging the task was, I made sure not to show any indication of my true feelings on my face.
Junior Sergeant Nesh was always smiling, polite, and sympathetic, but in the eyes of his colleagues, he remained a clumsy and bumbling fool.
I hadn’t felt so isolated since fifth grade when my classmates had staged a silent protest against me because of my father’s actions.
If my best friend hadn’t been waiting for me at home, I would have quit my job before the probationary period ended.
Every time I saw him, Whistle would greet me with a cheerful smile and attempt to distract me with something. He didn’t seem to mind getting dirty as he showed off his grime-covered body at the end of our first day on the job.
Despite his canine strength, he always tried to avoid causing trouble and instead bring pride to his unfortunate owner.
The second person who refused to let me give up during that challenging time was Leah.
When I needed someone to talk to about my problems, my friend always knew the right advice and encouragement to give me.
One tip was to make friends with a police station employee who was similar to me in age, social standing, and humour.
That’s why Nora Oldman caught my attention. While we weren’t exactly the same age, we were close enough. Plus, she hailed from Windenburg, giving us an automatic conversation starter.
And unlike some of her colleagues, she didn’t seem like the type to belittle others.
In fact, she even praised me on several occasions for my analysis of the evidence found at the crime scene.
Beneath her facade of seriousness and sternness, I could sense a cheerful and laid-back girl who would make a great drinking buddy or movie-watching companion. She may appear strict, but I have a feeling she knows how to let loose and have fun with a cold beer in hand or while munching on some popcorn during a silly comedy.
Everything might have gone smoothly if it weren’t for my peculiar sense of humor, which many girls seem to take as awkward flirting attempts by a high schooler.
Nora was no exception; my joke resulted in her giving me the endearing nickname “Nose.” This was just what I needed — another source of ridicule from my coworkers.
I wasn’t angry at Nora, though. I was frustrated with myself for never learning how to flirt effectively. I’m usually pretty quiet about that stuff. My limit is two beers and a box of chocolates.
But Leah wouldn’t let it go:
“Dude, you just have to try again. Girls who give those kinds of nicknames can’t help but get interested in their victims.”
“What if I don’t want to be a victim? I just want a normal, uncomplicated relationship.”
“That’s the problem! You wanted to pursue something with her, yet you claim it wasn’t a trick.”
“Stop nitpicking words. Friendships are also relationships. You and I have a relationship.”
“You’re an idiot, Velik. I would never start a relationship with someone like you.”
Leia’s hand flew to her mouth in shock.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come off so harsh,” she apologized. “You’re like a brother to me.”
I shrugged it off. “No worries. I wouldn’t look at someone like me, either. I have no curves or cleavage.”
She laughed, and we shared a moment of camaraderie.
Without Leia, Whistle and I would be struggling. She took him for walks and fed him while I was on duty, helped us find reliable contractors to build our first home, and never gave up on me, even when I doubted myself.
If and when I have children, I will always teach them the value of true friendship.”
When I have children, I will definitely tell them that friendship cannot be overestimated.
Once the guys finally had a roof over their heads, the dark cloud that had been hanging over their lives began to dissipate as positive events took its place.
Even Velik, who had lost all motivation for his work, found a renewed sense of purpose.
No one had faith in the young policeman’s ability to crack the case of smugglers supplying fake and substandard goods to Oasis’ markets and supermarkets.
But Velik did it. He was the one who noticed the odd individuals strolling around town wearing women’s shoes. What others dismissed as a strange fad or online joke turned out to be a method for identifying accomplices within a criminal gang.
Despite the friendly teasing and banter from his colleagues, Velarion took charge and conducted the arrest and interrogation of the suspects on his own.
His colleagues were undoubtedly surprised when a seemingly simple case involving shoe-bearers proved to be the crucial clue in unraveling a complicated criminal plot.
The authorities praised Velarion’s enthusiasm and rewarded the young policeman with a promotion to detective.
However, Velik was not as thrilled about this advancement as he should have been.
Once Leah heard about my promotion, she immediately began bombarding me with calls and offers to throw a party or go out for dinner.
I wasn’t really in the mood to celebrate, but she managed to convince me with promises of delicious sandwiches and beer at a local “restaurant”. Plus, she may have used a bit of blackmail.
And so, we found ourselves sitting at a table in a place called “Cactus”.
After taking a long sip of the delicious beer, I finally found the courage to share what had been weighing on my mind for so long.
“I’ve come to realize that my life is pretty miserable.”
“Whose life isn’t, man?”
“No, you don’t understand. Work is unsatisfying, I only have Whistle waiting for me at home, my salary barely covers my bills, and worst of all — I see no future prospects.”
“Ever heard of tunnel vision? Maybe you’re looking at things too narrowly.”
“It’s easy for you to say. You have a great job, a nice house, and David. And ever since my grandmother passed away, I have no family left.”
“That’s not true. What about me? And Whistle? We’re your gang.”
Whistle is a dog, and you have your family.
“It looks like someone here will be complaining all night long.” Why are you not appealing to anyone? Has no lady fallen for this unfortunate Bambi?
The memory of my colleague Mila resurfaced. Kind-hearted Mila never fails to greet me with a hello and goodbye every day.
“There’s one girl at work,” I thought to myself. “She was the only one who congratulated me on successfully closing the case.”
– What’s stopping you from being friends with her? You said you need a friend, not a girl.
– I guess I was mistaken.
– It’s the same thing! You just need to find someone to fall in love with, and fast.
As I drifted off to sleep that night, Leah’s words replayed in my mind.
There was something about falling in love that made me feel like I needed a break from everything. It was an urgent feeling, one that couldn’t be ignored.
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