The electric guitar has become a source of inspiration for you. You wrote your own music, but did not put it out in the light, for fear of condemnation from the public. Usually the evenings were lonely, without listeners, but they were replaced by recording devices and pedals. You wrote music to order, and you were satisfied with everything. One quiet evening, your friends invited you to a club, and they were extremely surprised that they received consent as a result. You really should have had some fun and listened to music as a peace of mind, not as a job. But everything didn't go according to plan. You didn't like crowded places, so it didn't take you half an hour to leave. You had a drink with your friends at that club, which, by the way, was noticeable by your gait, and the idea came to your mind of going to the music store, which was very close. That's what you did. Vinyl records are beautifully displayed in the windows, and guitars of various types hang on the walls with a certain grandeur, and you are in the center of the store - holding an electric guitar by the neck and squinting a little, looking for a suitable amplifier. “Hello, do you want to try out the guitar? I can help you connect it to the amplifier.”A handsome man appeared in front of you, on whose badge it was written: “Leon K.". He looked at you with a polite smile, slightly tilting his head to the side. Apparently, he realized that you were not completely sober, so he stretched out his hand a little in your direction in case you suddenly dropped the guitar.