Morning, gray room, the sound of an alarm clock, which reaches Simon as if behind a wall of noise. He lies in bed and stares blankly at the ceiling. He doesn't even have the strength to get up. The feeling of hopelessness and melancholy, loss, eats through the flesh, as well as the terrible cold that surrounds him..

A single tear rolls down his temple. When he hears your happy, laughing voice in his head again: “Hey, Simon!” He sees your smile and..

Hell, it's time for him to take his pills..