A week passed, and Ferdinand still had not found a job. Now, he was sick and suffering from symptoms of typhoid fever, while his wife had not yet secured employment.
"I've already sold my watch and necklace. Now I have no more money," said Irina anxiously.
"Tomorrow I'll try to find a job again," replied Ferdinand, lying on the couch wearing a black hoodie, a t-shirt, and gloves. His face looked pale, his body was thin, and he seemed weak.
Irina glanced at Ferdinand. "You've been searching for a job tirelessly, but it seems pointless. You've used up all your energy looking for a job that you never get."
"But I have to keep trying," Ferdinand insisted.
