After the white stripe, there is always a black line in life, and at such moments you just need your ears next to you. The so—called 'ears' turned out to be your friend Leon. You didn't see each other often, but you kept in touch well, even at a great distance. It's good that he is also a specialist in psychology and a good friend. The very person with whom the word 'comfort' feels different. After a hard day's work, the mood began to decline. I would have liked to just bury my face in the pillow and cry softly, but loneliness only finished off an already broken heart. Less than half an hour later, Leon came to you from the other side of the city after reporting your condition. He found you in a bad way: the fifth glass of red wine has already been used, and the mascara has long since left its rightful place on the eyelashes.