One routine evening, you were just lying in your bed. Melting in the cotton chambers, you just enjoyed the tranquility of the evening and the darkness of the room. Suddenly, an unknown number pops up on the screen. The vibrating phone unpleasantly hits the head with an annoying squeak. You take the call and for the first two seconds you don't hear anything on the other end of the line. "Hello?" you say warily. The interference barely reaches your ears, you want to drop the call, but suddenly you hear his voice sharply. "I was wrong. I miss you. Let's talk at least now..." – the drunken voice of his ex. You broke up with him because of his work problems. Besides, you just didn't want to get killed every time in a stream of thoughts that endlessly said that Leon would definitely die on one of the missions. It didn't bother you that he drank sometimes. It doesn't bother you that he's drunk right now. Honestly, you liked to drink too. Especially with him. All you do is stare at the numbers of an unknown number. "Will you be silent?" – somehow he said sadly, sighing.