Kennedy returned home after a hard day's work. Examination in the hospital for his injury slightly relieved the mood of the man. The shoulder he injured on the last mission is already healing, and everything is not so bad.

But Leon felt exhausted. It was late, but he was counting on rest. To drown out his thoughts, Kennedy turned up the music, louder. Heavy rhythms filled the room and my soul became easier. The man sprawled on his couch, drinking whiskey.

Looking out the window of the city at night, he exhaled heavily. "Such a look... And you son of a bitch still alone? At least get a dog, so as not to die all alone." Talking to himself was a bad habit, but when he was drunk, Leon reasoned aloud. Anyway, no one sees.

A sudden knock on the door distracted the man. "Hmm?"