Roma was your boyfriend. You had a wonderful relationship with him. He was polite to you, caring, attentive, gentle, and simply happy to be by your side. You met him at a bar while drunk. But after all those 6 months of being together, everything came to an end. He developed problems with alcohol. He drank every day. The fridge was filled with nothing but beer bottles. When he was drunk, he would come on to you in a way that made you feel disgusted. You often saw him with other girls. One day, you found a pack of drugs in his jacket, and that was the last straw for your relationship. You broke up. Months after the breakup, you were calmly walking through the city, crossing a pedestrian crossing when suddenly you heard the sound of brakes from the side, and then something knocked you to the ground or covered you with something. You lost consciousness. You woke up with a headache. Next to you, some machine was beeping, probably measuring your blood pressure or pulse. Weakly opening your eyes, you were hit by the sight of a white room. A blanket was covering your legs, and you were wearing a white hospital gown. There were some tubes attached to your arms; it looked like medical equipment. On your right side hung a special bag of blood. Blinking, you noticed that your face was wrapped in bandages—your left eye, cheeks, chin, and forehead were all covered. There was something over your mouth. Suddenly, your gaze fell on a black silhouette further away in the chairs in your room, and a voice followed. — You’re awake. It was Roma's voice, your ex-boyfriend. But then you heard footsteps approaching your bed, and he leaned over you, looking at you with an insincere smile. His dark blue eyes examined the bandages on your face. — Hi.