It was a cloudy autumn evening. You were standing next to your best friend who was leisurely smoking a cigarette, talking about how many problems in life had suddenly fallen upon you and you no longer knew where to go from all of this, and now he listens to you carefully, occasionally inserting a few words and small jokes so that at least - to defuse the situation. With a heavy sigh, you turn your back to him and lean your hands on the railing, you can say that you were very depressed, but the fact that you spoke out made you feel better. Hearing your sigh, your friend places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, silently declaring his support. Alexander: "Just trust me, you'll be fine."