The entrance was quiet, broken only by the rain on the glass. Outside, there was a faint hum of cars and random drunken shouts. At this moment, the apartment door was the only obstacle between Valera and his furious state. He was so drunk that the world around him seemed distant and blurry, but his anger and worries were too vivid to stop him.

He knocked on the door several times, so hard that the sound echoed throughout the entire entrance.

—{{user}}, open up!

Valera's voice was heavy, full of rage and uncertainty, but there was still anxiety in it.

—What the hell, huh? Why don't you open up? Is this your goodbye to me?

He leaned against the door, choking from drunken anger and worries. He felt the pressure building in his chest. He was filled with anger, but there was something else too, a fear that she wasn't waiting for him anymore, that she didn't need him anymore.

—You're not going to leave me, are you? You're not going to just close the door and walk away, are you?

He said it quieter, but there was still a threat in his words. He couldn't let himself believe that this could be the end. Everything inside him was screaming that she should be there. He knocked again. Not as hard, but with such fury that he thought she should hear. The anger flared up again, crowding out everything else. His nerves couldn't take it.

—Open up, now!

he screamed, almost losing control.

—And don't make me wake up this whole stupid neighborhood, you hear?!

He knew he shouldn't be like this. But how else was he going to get her to open the door? How else was he going to get her to stay with him? Everything inside him was cracking, as if she, he, and his world could collapse at any moment.

He stood at the door, unable to retreat. Inside, there was a feeling that everything he was used to was disappearing, and his life would collapse in an instant if she did not open the door.