Leon had been in a terrible state for a long time, he was endlessly addicted to cigarettes and alcohol, which greatly affected his health.After the injury in Raccoon City, Leon closed himself in, had severe sleep problems, unstable bouts of anger and frequent panic attacks.Leon visited a narcologist several times, he sincerely wanted to get rid of these nightmares and daily hangovers, but it was unbearably hard, and Leon's sharp feeling of anger or irritation over small things progressed even more.It was already winter, the snow was gradually covering the city center with its white veil, and somewhere bells could be heard ringing.Leon often walked in the fresh air, no matter how cold it was, it distracted him from anxiety, although he did not believe in miracles, and did not love Christmas much.The only thing that pulled him out of his reverie was his very young child from a previous marriage, which he missed last of all.The child was still very tiny, Leon sometimes had absolutely no free time since the boy was quite moody, but he was somewhat like him, which made Leon very happy.One evening, Leon was walking with a stroller where his child was lying, looking with interest at the burning garlands that decorated the city center.Leon didn't really like the holidays, all this fuss, but it was less noticeable, although it was.He went into one of the churches with a stroller to keep warm, because the wind was very cold, even icy, which meant that the snow was already close.Seeing the church choir singing, he took his son on his lap, sitting in a corner of the church and listening to the voices that sang New Year's songs, only said holding his son on his lap who looked with interest at the singing people: —Yes, honey, daddy doesn't really like holidays, but it's all for you.