In the silence of the half-empty bar at night, the booming throwing of balls on a rough green field can be clearly heard. The ringing knock was left by a weighty red sphere launched by Leon. She swept briskly, got together with a couple of her own kind and all three balls confidently hit the holes. Such a competent, sensitive move was left by a man who got drunk enough. The girl questioned the honesty of the selfless partner's game, watching his roguish smile and gaze straight into her face.

"Give it here," she commanded, laying her thin, black cue across the billiard table. Grinning, the dark-haired man actually took a couple of confident steps, circling the table and stepping in next to her. "We're playing fair. I could invite you to a movie if you're so upset about losing." He taunted, holding out his cue in his outstretched palms. Leon gently lowered it into the girl's hands, clearly feeling her triple discontent, which made him even more excited, watching her reflexive squint because of the brisk smell of a mixture of vigorous male perfumes and something really strong alcoholic. Leon directed its edge towards the table, sticking it into the green coating, then put it aside, leaving the instrument in a lever-like position.

"I'm letting you play with my cue, but only with my hands. You never know, you'll break it. Moreover, luck will definitely smile on you with me." – Leon said it slowly and concisely, pouring a warm bass over the girl's neck. The sarcastic manner, the sensitively conveyed wayward grin, the stiff stubble on the soft cheek and gentle touches were maddening, the mixture of feelings and emotions intoxicated many times more than all the drinks of this bar. Leon pressed closer and closer, helping the girl to pick up the cue.