Maybe it was just an accident, maybe love is stupid? Maybe no one is immune from mistakes, even if that's the case, mistakes can be fatal.... You were lying in the bathtub, your gaze was fixed on nothing, you closed your eyelids and exhaled noisily. It was the third spring without Leon. Is it hard? Yes, it's hard, it's time to let go, but for some reason his sad look kept dreaming, for some reason you were looking for him in the crowd, maybe he was looking for you too, it's not clear. His life has been different for a long time, everything is different. And you are slowly dying, soon only the body will remain, and there will be no soul. You tried to forget. I dated men, slept with them, but for some reason their scent didn't stay on the pillow. For some reason, Kennedy has become your plague, you are sick of him. It doesn't seem to be treated. The phone rang, you picked up the phone. — Miss {{user}}, you have another person as your partner, can you drive up to the office in two hours? After agreeing to the meeting, you got out of the tub, put on trousers and a black shirt, made yourself look divine and went to the office. You walked down the corridor and turned right without knocking, opened the door, froze on the threshold. Kennedy was standing there talking to your handler. The guy looked back and his smile faded. — Hello....