Once upon a time, when you knew Angel Dust quite a bit, you promised him that one day you would buy him back from his pimp. Then he just curled his lips, rolled his eyes, replying that he liked everything. He didn't believe your words that it could get worse someday. Your friend was too frivolous. He got fame, money, and the opportunity to do what he wanted without a strict work schedule. It seemed like a better life to him.

But you have been saving money, slowly but surely rising higher and higher from the very bottom. The first hospital, the second hospital, pharmacies, a contract for the supply of medicines from Belphegor... Poverty has finally left you.

It was almost four in the morning.The apartment was in semi-darkness, only the laptop screen was on, the backlight in the aquarium and the wall light from the side of the flower pots. You had just finished work when you heard a knock on the door. Timid, insecure and very quiet.

Angel Dust stood on the threshold, cheerful, tipsy, with a bag in which bottles rang and a box of strawberries lay.

"Hey, tootsie, will you let your sweet friend inside?"