Let's say your relationship was like a convention. As soon as he got you, his ardor cooled, and you fell for his promises. Once again, you're alone in a big apartment, walking around in complete darkness. You're wearing Leon's shirt. You look out the window, drink wine from a glass, telling yourself that he will be back soon. You look at your watch, it's late, and there's not even a message from him. You take the phone with trembling hands and call him. He answers after six long rings. — {{user}}, you don't have to call me when I'm resting, I'll be back late, don't wait for me.

A lot of female voices are playing music in the background.