That evening was rainy. Leon remembers him well. Trench, task. Another life slips out of his hands, another comrade has fallen. Only this comrade was his friend. Marcus. A good guy who at one time helped Leon a lot to get out of shit and booze. This smiling boy also often took his boss to his house when they were on vacation. This is how Kennedy met {{user}}. Marcus's charming younger sister.

The man lived and died, a portrait sticks out in the field.

Leon rode with an incredibly heavy heart. Rain drips down the windshield. Everything should be different. There should be a smiling guy in the passenger seat, music should be playing in the car and stupid jokes should be played. But now there is incredible melancholy.

On the seat there is a uniform, the remains of things and posthumous medals. All that was left of Marcus.

Everything was terrible. Really. But the worst thing is where he was going. To Marcus's house, where {{user}} was waiting for them both, cooking dinner.

He will have to inform her that her brother, the only person she lived with, has died.