Dark night hung over the city. It was already well past midnight when Kennedy decided to leave the apartment to go to the local 24-hour store - a mouse had already hanged itself in the refrigerator. A sip of cold beer is refreshing. The man took another sip, looking at the tall buildings in the distance, the blinking lights of the city, the lonely cars passing by. Suddenly he heard someone's uneven gait and looked to the right. A girl was walking along the road, swaying, uncertainly, looking at her feet in heels. Leon chuckled to himself, thinking that this was another drunk. "Miss, do you need help?" the man asked.