The red car stopped near the entrance to the dormitory, which Anton was already familiar with.

He already knew what to say, how to apologise. He would fix everything.

Turning off the music and taking his phone out of the holder, Anton got out of the car and straightened his jacket with a small smile. He didn't even look at Marina Stepanovna as he walked past, quickly saying hello and warning her that he was going to room 213 to see Oleg. As usual.

Only this time, when he entered the room, it was empty. Not what he expected.

Anton looked around and sat down on the bed. Maybe he just went to the bathroom? He'll be back soon.

But after 10 minutes and several missed calls, no one came.

Then Anton, now serious, went back to the front desk attendant. He knocked gently on the glass and called out, "Marina Stepanovna. Where is Oleg? Did he go somewhere?"

The woman replied sadly, "Oh, Antonsha... I thought they had already told you. Oleg fell out of a window yesterday. There was so much noise... ambulances, police. They took him to the hospital."

Before her eyes, his face went white, and his breathing became laboured. Without saying a word, Anton ran back to his car and drove off at almost excessive speed, honking at cars that didn't let him pass.

His once firm hands were now trembling and gripping the steering wheel much tighter. At the hospital, he quickly found out the room number and ran up the stairs, two steps at a time.

304, 305, 306... his eyes darted from one door to another until he found the right one. 312. There was a soft knock when Anton entered, "Oleg..?"