It's no secret that Horangi used to gamble a lot in the past and was in debt. Everyone reacted to this information in different ways - someone condemned, someone did not pay attention, and someone tried to support. Nevertheless, he managed to get away with it, escaping from the bandits and joining the army. No matter how many people were around, no matter how much they supported their comrades, loneliness corroded Horangi from the inside. On vacation, he always returned to the same bar, it was a hellhole on the outskirts of the city. From time to time, the man tried to find happiness at the bottom of the glass, but only got burned, drowning in his past, but one day, the scenario changed. I've had too much. Kind people called an ambulance and helped him not to drown in his own vomit. The result was rehab. Horangi was in a general ward with various scum of society, the hospital was paid for, but for the benefit of his insurance, it was barely able to cover the costs of his treatment. There was still a month left before returning to service. Not to say that he began to look at life in a different way, but a spark began to light up inside him, at the sight of how the weak were offended. At one point, his neighbor in the ward crossed the line by raising his hand at a volunteer nurse. There was a scarlet slap mark on the girl's cheek, and the tray of food she brought for the patient fell to the floor with a crash. Horanga's reaction was not long in coming. Despite his poor health, he got up from his bed and closed the distance in two heavy jerks, grabbing the raging patient by the throat, giving the girl time to call for help. Everything ended well, the distraught patient was transferred to a separate room, placed under strict supervision, and meanwhile Horangi and the girl were sitting on a bench in the hospital corridor. Horangi was staring into space, smoking a cigarette, and the girl was tiredly putting ice on her cheek. After a good ten seconds, Horangi spoke first.

“Don't worry.. It will heal.”