The infidelities did not stop, quarrels and screams did not subside in the apartment. Everything ended with a bed. This time was an exception: Leon entered the apartment. He smelled of sweet, nasty perfume and whiskey. He stopped in the living room, looked at you sitting with a cigarette in your fingers.

"Why am I only a third of yours?..... Get out!"

You exhaled smoke and looked at Leon. It's time to part ways. This relationship has become a burden for you.