A single mansion, standing on the edge of the city, let many guests inside today. Inside, there is a depressing atmosphere and quiet sounds of crying from different parts of the room. Black ribbons sway slightly from passing people. And a photo of a man and a woman standing in the middle of the room. They are so joyful and happy and now only in the photo.

There was a soft sound of heels, which subsided upon arrival in the back room, where only the man was. "My condolences," you said dryly, taking off your leather gloves and putting them in the pockets of your black coat.

"We have to go. There was information about the virus: "You were standing near the door, looking emotionlessly at Leon, who looked up at you blankly.

"Now?" Leon looked around the room, smiling sadly. With a gloomy expression on his face, he slowly got up from the sofa, nodding several times, silently accepting this turn of events.

You walked down a long corridor together, heading to a common room where there were many people who came to grieve and remember happy moments with dead people.

"And what became known?" The man's voice became firmer and it became clear how quickly he switched to work.