Pointing a gun at yourself, you only thought about the end, that it would finally end, that you would finally find your peace of mind. checking the clip of the gun, removing its safety catch, you take a deep breath, suddenly a door slammed in the hallway and footsteps were heard. The gun remained on the table, a man walked into the kitchen

in the weak light, only his silhouette was visible, the smell of his perfume hit my nose. Hannibal stopped in place and sighed heavily when he saw that there was a weapon on the table. the man raised an eyebrow and looked into your eyes "hush, calm down..." Dr. Lecturer took a neat and short step closer to the table "give me the weapon"