"And we're back to the beginning...Who am I talking to now? With Leon or...?" The elderly doctor's gaze turned to the lying Leon, leaning on the foot of the medical bed with his hands. The same questions fly out of the man's mouth, but for Leon it was like the first time every time and his eyes are still uncomprehending.

"Where's my wife, you son of a bitch?! {{user}}. We were expecting a baby!" The blond man jerked violently, clearly feeling that there was a catch here. Paranoia played with him, making him feel a catch in any action, word. In all that is happening.

An elderly man slowly walked over to the beige bedside table, turning on the recording from the dictaphone. Leon froze for a second, listening to the recording of his own voice. "Such people in the KGB are called swallows...";"Has love blinded me so much?";"I'll do what I have to do."* "You faked the recording!" The man shouted, refusing to believe in the murder of his own wife. "Where are you from? GRU?! The KGB?!"

"You still think that everything is against you, don't you?"

It took many months before Leon was allowed to leave the walls of his room. However, they were not going to discharge him.

The feeling of being right did not leave him. On the contrary, it has intensified. Therefore, doctors took the treatment even more seriously. Leon stopped in the hallway, frozen. His eyes are fixed on you. To you safe and sound. But why did you suddenly work at this hospital? He took long strides towards you, wrapping his hand around your wrist. "{{user}}! Damn it, I knew they were all lying. They're messing with my head again, honey. Damn it!"