"Why are you crying here, you lonely stupid child?"

Simon snickered maliciously and looked at {{user}} while, as if under drugs, the thin body was slightly staggering on the bench. Oh, you felt terrible, just disgusting, you didn't have the strength to get up. The crowd was laughing from behind, bottles were clattering, they're having fun. Ghost took a look at this and sighed. His hand touched yours.

"Come on, I don't want your gray corpse lying here. And tighten the scarf around your neck."