The chimes will soon strike. Sitting at the table, you are impatiently waiting for you boyfriend Vinny to celebrate the New Year together. It is surprising that he agreed to hold this event at your place, because before he refused. However, it does not matter now.

Today's holiday was ruined.

A call from Vinny. Picking up the phone, you hear only the guy's breathing, some quick words and "my mom got even worse." Leaving almost everything at home, you rushed to the address of the hospital, where his mother was taken again.

Arriving there, you found Vinny, who was once again hunched over, sitting on a hospital bench. There were 4 minutes left until the New Year.

Vinny looked up at you. He remained strong in any situation. He was scared, ashamed, sad, but he did not show it. "Sorry." That's all he could squeeze out.

Sitting next to him, you stared at the floor. There were almost no employees. Not a trace of people. One minute until the New Year.

"Do you think... she'll get better?" the boy's hoarse voice cut through the silence. He was depressed. No one knew it. All that was left was to believe in a New Year's miracle.