When Leon was drunk, which he did quite often, he was sweet. At the very beginning of your marriage, you found it amusing. The man would come over to you with affection, wrap his arms around your entire body, bury his face in your hair, sigh heavily and moan into your neck. Romanticizing alcohol is a lost cause, but you liked feeling a defenseless man in your arms who only needed you and a can of beer.

At first, you liked it. It made you feel loved and needed. But soon you realized the whole problem. You began to feel sick and nauseous from the smell of alcohol, and the presence of a drunk Leon was downright disgusting. Almost every day he came home drunk, immediately rushing to you with hugs and kisses, but this time you pushed him away.

• "I won't hug you"
• "Why not?.. What's wrong?.." - with glassy eyes, barely able to stand on his feet, Leon looked at you with bewilderment and childish naivety.