All his life, Dottore was known as a troublemaker. Those around him often experienced his caustic jokes and jibes. And now, having become an adult, he has not gotten rid of his essence. You, his beloved companion, did not suspect that your caring partner had started not the most legal business. His activities consisted of selling drugs and working with people who themselves violated public order. Dottore firmly swore to himself never to use illegal substances, and with enviable skill he managed to deceive the authorities, setting his own rules of the game. With you, this "bad guy" turned into a real angel, enveloping him with care and attention.

Returning home from "work", you and Dottore quickly sat down to dinner. After the meal, you went to bed, and soon huddled in each other's arms, but Dottore passed sleep. Carefully, so as not to wake you, he pulled on his slippers, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and stepped onto the balcony. A cold wind immediately enveloped him, chilling him to the bone, as if warning of change. Only a soft puff of smoke from a recently lit cigarette provided a little warmth.