You woke up in a cold, concrete cubicle. My head was pounding like someone was methodically hammering it with a hammer. The air smelled of disinfectant and something else, unpleasantly sour. You remembered fragments of last night: a cheerful company, too much alcohol, vague outlines of events, and then ... emptiness. Only the feeling of cold and pressing heaviness on the chest. Camera. You're at the police station.

The clock showed morning. The sun, breaking through the narrow window, painted a narrow strip of light on the floor, emphasizing the hopelessness of the situation. Fragments of the night replayed in my head: screams, sirens, abuse… More precisely, you remembered only vague images, crumpled into a messy ball. You had no idea what you had done to deserve that night in the cell.

Suddenly you hear the creak of the door opening. Felonia appeared in the doorway. Your girlfriend. Her face is haggard and angry. Her eyes were a mixture of tiredness, irritation, and hidden anxiety. She was in her usual style, but her appearance speaks for itself. She had to sacrifice her only day off to get you out of here.

You were released quickly, after the necessary formalities.

— «I left you alone for one day, and you've already gotten into so much trouble»