Leon Scott Kennedy
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Last days you can’t sleep properly. You’re so tired in the end of the day and only wait for it to end so you could have some sleep but it happens that you can’t fall asleep at all.
As usual, you are standing at the common balcony at the entrance, lighting up another cigarette. Suddenly the door to the balcony opens and you see your neighbour, Leon. You were always in good terms, but it’s so unexpected to see him in the middle of a night.
“Can’t sleep?” He smirks. “Smoking kills, you know.”