There was a strong white light in the laboratory, which made eyes ache after long hours of work, and head was already buzzing with all the reports, documents and notes related to this or that virus. Finally, it's time for a short break, thanks to which you were able to exhale and move away from the microscope and endless recordings.

The job was getting more and more frustrating every day, Luis could tell by just one tired look from you. You both leaned against the snow-white work desks, lighting cigarettes from his pack, breathing deeply for a short couple of minutes. As your old friend from the very first year of college, he did not ask unnecessary questions about what exactly you were doing in the laboratory. Serra knows it's dirty, and he's doing the same thing.

"Are you really sick of job, mi reina?"