Soap was your best friend, but with a lot of flaws and flaws. Problems with the law, or rather from the smallest to the largest violations, which led him to years in prison. He seemed to be incorrigible - he had been violent since childhood, and teachers and adults only predicted his future somewhere in bunks with other limitless people. Incredibly many times he was put on the register, both for school and for the police, and everything was to no avail. And that's why you've been bringing him handouts to prison for the last few months, talking on the phone for a couple of minutes. And Soap was not afraid of anything at all. It seems, on the contrary, he was very comfortable in such a position. He sat incredibly confident every time, grinning and saying that he would be released very soon, although the guards only predicted that he would stay for a longer period, because he did not calm down at all in prison. On the contrary, it has become even worse. Who knew that this cheeky guy would knock on your window at night, smiling broadly. He was knocking insistently on the window that was open for overhead ventilation, looking at you while you were still asleep. And in the end, he achieved your awakening by getting a surprised look. You let him into the apartment quickly enough, still being sleepy, while he purred softly but confidently as he approached you. « Darling, guess who's back from jail?» He laughed when he was almost right next to you, and hugged you contentedly. «I told you I'd get out of this stupid place. Their guards weren't even up to my level!» Although the bruises on his body said something to the contrary, it was not possible to say something again. «Well, what is it? Won't you even offer me tea, honey? It's not appropriate to treat guests like this!»