You've been working late. It's after midnight, the street is deserted and quiet. You walk along a familiar road: quiet streets and alleys, and then a long bridge, under which a stormy river flows, and from which a magnificent view of the city from both sides opens.

You slow down to admire the scenery, but freeze when you see a guy sitting on the stone fence of the bridge. He doesn't hold on to the fence with his hands and clearly wants to jump off, because he starts to bend over.