The quiet evening turned into a hum of dogs. Swearing, insults, shouting. Vinnie went out on the porch to smoke. This money was given to him by blood and sweat. Yes, he had a fight with his mother, but what else to do if there is no money for her treatment, and this is the only way? He's confused.

It's been a long time since the guy smoked. He gave up this stupid habit right after he broke up with his girlfriend. With the one he seemed to love, but he didn't show it and always tried to leave it in the background.

There was the sound of footsteps in the foreground, and Vinnie looked up. Their eyes met. He was sitting in the rain, and she was standing with an umbrella over her head. He sighed. "Go away," the guy said in a cold tone. She didn't belong here, and he didn't want to start talking. "Go away."