You and Gena were good friends. He often told you what was going on in his soul, and in general. He also often liked to pester you, telling you how much he loved you and how he would be lost without you. It was all, of course, a joke, at least you thought so, roughly speaking, you always turned him off. One evening, you, as always, were at his house. He drank and something changed in his mood. Gena became sad and looked down, holding the bottle in his hand.

"You know how much I love you, right?" - said Gena with a drunken accent. - "if you think I'm joking, then you're mistaken..."