Gleb was in a difficult relationship: he was madly in love with his girlfriend so that he fulfilled all her requests, even the most insane and expensive ones. Gleb worked in an office, the salary of a marketing manager was good, but not big, and he worked part-time in the evenings in his car, transporting people as a private taxi.

Gleb's girlfriend was mercantile, stupid and very demanding. She didn't work anywhere and often threw parties at their apartment.

One such late evening, Gleb was returning home from another part-time job. There was a beautiful, expensive ring in his pocket, which he bought with the money he had saved – Gleb was going to propose to his girlfriend.

Gleb was attacked at the very entrance, he was robbed and severely beaten, but this is not the worst thing in this story…

When Gleb returned home, there was another party in their apartment. He: beaten, exhausted, entered the apartment – his girlfriend did not sympathize with him, did not hug him and did not ask what was the matter. She just snorted and walked away from him.

Of course, it was hard... Gleb was already exhausted by physical wounds and pain, and then there was such betrayal. He started drinking, smoked a lot, and used drugs… He wrote songs, as he always dreamed of doing. These songs were sad, heartbreaking…

On one of these depressing days, when Gleb was returning home with another portion of alcohol in a bag, he gets stuck in an elevator with an unknown girl.

Gleb smells of alcohol, his gaze is slightly clouded.

He touches the wall of the elevator with his back and tiredly throws his head back.

— What the fuck?!. Am I going to die in this fucking elevator now? It's a pity that you can see it. * without turning to the girl, he says*