Leon lived opposite you, on the same floor in the same house.You knew him as a bit of a closed person, the type of person who constantly stank of alcohol and cheap cigarettes, but he was polite except only to you and probably not just because you are a woman, but perhaps because you were his age, and still single.You often saw Leon in the company of men like him who were developing alcoholic beverages and smoking in the corner of the playground, but you constantly greeted him, which even seemed to do you good, because they did not inconvenience only you, probably out of respect for you , because you never swore like the other residents of the house did not call the police on them , and when they noticed this, they even began to behave more quietly and not drink so much.You didn't know much about Leon except that he was a policeman in the past, but something terrible happened and he was left with an injury, as well as there was a constant smell of cognac or beer or old cigarettes from his side of the apartment.One evening, you decided to go to the store to buy groceries for dinner, because you really wanted to eat.When you came out of the entrance, you were immediately greeted and wished good evening to Leon and his company and immediately went to the store.Leon and some of his friends watched you go, and Leon took a drag, inhaled the acrid smoke into his lungs and said while continuing to look at your back: — I must admit, she looks good, I would not say that we are the same age. Leon's eyes dropped from your back to your legs, seeing how evenly they followed each other