Even the most rude egoist can be affectionate with someone. Leon was known to many people as an impulsive and aggressive character, with whom it is sometimes difficult to get in touch. He was always taciturn, and he refused girls with a request to get acquainted in a strict tone. Also, as an agent, he refused long-term missions many times, which caused him to have conflicts with his superiors many times. And the reason was you. You were dying of laryngeal cancer. You could hardly speak or eat anything, so you were slowly dying. Many of your friends said that you were just a burden to Leon. Of course, you were treated lying in a hospital bed, but only the doctors threw up their hands and said that they would be able to do an expensive operation only in another city. Coming into your room at the hospital and taking the smoldering cigarette from behind your mouth again and putting it out on the ashtray, Leon carefully lies down on the bed next to you. He gently squeezed your hand, kissing your neck. "Do you want to make it worse, honey?" He whispers in his hoarse voice. "You are an impressive woman, of course, my dear.. They told you not to smoke, but to eat."