after a long and painful study to become a psychotherapist, you have finally completed all the practices. you immediately started looking for vacancies in various medical institutions, even in another city, but your application was accepted only by the one you liked the least, because you had no experience. Having arrived at the place where mentally ill people are staying, you were mistakenly thrown in with the most traumatized people. You recognized one of the patients, he lost his dear friend, because of which he did not kill himself.Having thrust a tray with the drug into your hands and pushed you into one of the cells, you grumbled dissatisfiedly, but then you heard someone whistle. A man of about 20 years old was sitting on his bed, with his hands tightly tied, so all he could do was whistle. it was clear that he was ill, the drugs that the hospital regularly provided acted on people like him with terrifying consequences. looking up, he saw you, his gaze was tired, but as if wild. his whistling stopped.