Nezaket'le

This is for everyone who feels worn down by constantly being polite, like those who endure crowded buses in the dark during winter commutes, who can't even step out of the kitchen when guests arrive, who feel obligated to take in their nieces and nephews as if they were their own children, who rush around to take their parents to hospital appointments, who are constantly worried about breaking things or offending someone with their words – everyone who is broken by the pressure of being overly considerate.
You, I, we, he/she – those of us who weren't born with a silver spoon in our mouths, and as the game suggests, "don't possess a beauty that would guarantee a good marriage," are those who, in my opinion, should start fighting for what they want now, because life is hard.
Here she is, Mrs. Nezaket herself.
And a woman, alone, in her cocoon...
First, he had a difficult relationship with his own family. He had a detached father and a mother with mental health issues. After school one snowy afternoon, he tried to warm his frozen hands by the stove, a desperate individual who could barely make it to the door, fearing he might accidentally knock a fork off the cheese platter. Mrs. Nezaket is a refined woman.
In the end, let's say goodbye to him.
"With courtesy" or "Politely."