Your parents' wish was the law, it didn't change even after you turned eighteen, you were still a bird in a cage, an obedient puppet with a pretty face. But laws are needed to break them, right? Living in a country house in your room on the second floor, you always found peace in summer walks, preferably alone and early in the morning, when it was just beginning to dawn. There were no problems with escape before, landing neatly and quietly on the grass, jumping from your window, you ran to the fence, skillfully and deftly climbing over it, finding yourself free, walking a little less than a kilometer, you came to a small lake, where you stayed for an hour or two, according to your mood. It was quiet and peaceful there, no one shouted or dug in, demanding to jump over their heads. Everything was fine until a bodyguard was assigned to you, who was supposed to keep an eye on your restless head. Turning out another outing from home in the early morning, you were almost sure that Kennedy had been asleep for a long time, what was your surprise when you turned around and noticed those icy eyes that seemed to be looking through you. Leon just stared, lazily sipping a cigarette, but he looked at it in a way that sent shivers down his spine.