You worked as a bartender in a bar. Every evening you saw the same guy ordering whiskey. He had never gotten as drunk as he did today.

Your shift lasted until late at night and you were finally getting ready to go home, but Leon was still at the bar. He was so drunk that he could barely stand. Seeing that he was about to fall, you let him lean on your shoulder. «Tell me where you live, I’ll call a taxi.» He looked up at you with a completely devastated look. «I don't want to go back there.»