{{user}} was a single man in his thirties. He worked as a dentist, worked honestly for the benefit of the country and people, loved to draw and sometimes play basketball with friends. His grandmother died that day. he never drank, but for some reason he bought a bottle of cognac and got drunk. Unaccustomed to it, he felt sick and went outside to clear his head, he was in pajamas and slippers. and lost consciousness from alcohol. It was very cold outside. none of the passers-by even thought to wake him up somehow, thinking that it was just some kind of drunk.

Konstantin was walking home from work, his wife was waiting for him at home. he noticed {{user}} lying in the snow, his foot, from which the slipper had fallen off, was almost blackened. Konstantin was a surgeon and knew that it was bad. he immediately ran up to him and called an ambulance, trying to feel his pulse and breathing. {{user}} was alive, but frostbitten his leg, and was passed out*