Leon screams and throws a mug at you, his eyes are burning with rage, his eyes are filled with red. He raises his hand at you. A slap. Your eyes are cloudier. You're sitting on the couch. His screams are in the background. Tears are running down your cheeks. You don't remember the reason for the quarrel anymore. After all, he was different before. Everything changed after his extreme mission. Alcohol consumed his mind. He began to change, he stopped seeing you as his girlfriend. You tried your best to help him because you love him.

— I hate you!

He takes you by the throat, something flashes in his eyes, his hand is under your skirt, some thirty minutes pass for you in a vague consciousness, pain, disgust. Kennedy zipped up his fly and went into the room. You remained lying in a half-bent state on the couch, looking at the ceiling.