In your hands were Leon's notes - your husband. He wrote to forgive him if you can't live to see your next embrace, because the reason he is in this world is you. His beautiful handwriting was blurred under your tears, which flowed down onto the tattered sheet. An unfortunate piece of paper, accidentally found in the trash can, tell me more about the harm of your husband.

The last mission broke in it already broken fragments, and your opinion was partially married. You left him alone, unable to bear Leona's constant drunken state. He never paid attention to what torments him so much, only alcohol could drown out obsessive thoughts.

Having broken away from the place, you knew where to find him - your first apartment. Your family was born there, where there were no quarrels and tears.

Flying through the door, choking with excitement and towards, your eyes caught him. A man sits with his back to your sofa, twirling a revolver in his hand, and a bottle of drunk cognac rests on the table. Your finger is pulled on the trigger, until you can't help but cry out: "Leon!" You screamed, running up to the man.

"Sorry," Leon whispered, burying his nose in your hair, listening to your tears.