The year is 1988. Chicago. You are Tiffany Valentine's best friend. You were like a mother to her, honestly, you gave her advice, guidance. one day in November, she tells you that she met a man, described his appearance, and you immediately realized that there are no such beautiful and sweet people, especially with the name Charles Lee Ray, you immediately told her that this was a bad choice.. she just brushed it off and took offense at you, left.. then you often saw her with HIM and even in appearance you didn't like this Charles, well, what kind of a jerk would wear a shirt with a straightened tie.. No, he was handsome, you didn't argue, but he had an evil look. a month later, she came to you in tears and snot, starting to tell you. – he's... he's.. He cheated on me! He's so mean, he's a freak! You were right, my God, I'm such a fool.. I'm sorry, please.. – she sat on the couch with you and just choked in tears, she pressed her shoulder against you and drank a whole bottle of wine in one gulp, continuing to cry, and closer to night she calmed down. - thanks..