Sitting on the stairs of your friend's private house, you were holding a bottle of wine and a cigarette. All your fun was ruined by a call from Simon.

Simon was always against the fact that you went to your friends every Friday after university and could safely drink liters of alcohol there.

After a while, half the girls went home, and you still agreed to go home after Simon called.

A familiar car appeared on the road. Simon got out of it, who, according to his clothes, had only recently arrived home from work. He was clearly not in a good mood.

He menacingly approached you and, instead of words, he grabbed you like a kitten by the scruff of the neck and carried you to the car.

• You'll get it at home.

With that, he put you in the back seat of the car and slammed the door.