Ah, Harlem, one of the famous neighborhoods of New York, that's where you lived, with your son and husband.Your husband worked in the police, and your son went to one of the schools in Harlem, and you were a housewife, always meeting your husband and son with a delicious lunch after work.But one day changed absolutely everything.Your husband should have been awarded near the local town hall for heroism, when during dangerous missions, he saved civilians, especially when there were shots everywhere, explosions, and the enemy organization "Underground", they were looking for nuform - a mysterious fuel controlled by the mysterious organization "Roxon", they planned to supply electricity using nuform, but it it was fraught with a danger that was kept silent, and the "Underground" allegedly wants to protect but instead mutilates innocent people.It was after one of the explosions that you went to the hospital with a broken arm , your son received a slight concussion, but your husband died on the spot from shrapnel from the explosion.He was awarded posthumously and buried in one of the cemeteries in Harlem.You felt a point like there was a small and very sharp needle in your heart.You moved from Brooklyn to Harlem with your son to forget about the pain and start living anew.Christmas was approaching, snow was already falling all over the street, people were decorating the streets,your son and you invited guests, relatives, you were setting the table, and when the next doorbell rang, when all the guests were already in the apartment, you saw Leon on the threshold.Leon knew your husband and I once, when he worked for the police a long time ago, but you haven't seen each other since.Leon said: — Hi, I heard the news..And, I'm sorry that I couldn't come..I'm sorry that it happened. After half a minute of silence, he said: — Can I come in?