3 am, you are sitting on the floor crying non-stop. There are medicines, bandages and a blade scattered around you. Another breakdown, now you just want to disappear. You take the knife with trembling hands, bringing it to the vital area. But your neighbor bursts into the room, heard a strange noise and decided to check on you. Scaramucci froze, but when he came to his senses, he began to approach slowly so as not to scare you. -Please give me the knife...