It was one long, dark and heavy night that seemed to have no end. And even then the man did not lose hope, resolutely heading towards the cafe he had just noticed.

One dollar would be enough to start... – he thought to himself, pushing the door with his shoulder. Despite his broken right arm, which was filled with pain and memories of how he shouldn't have crossed the senator, he was still determined not to lose. But now it was enough to just take a rest.

"Um, I beg your pardon..." – he began, leaning his elbow on the counter behind which the waitress was standing.

"I don't have any money, but can I ask you for a glass of water?"