Third floor, a closed apartment in which the window is open, letting in only cool air. There are only two people in the apartment. You and him. He's your boyfriend named Vadim. The leader of the organized crime group. Over time, you've gotten used to it all. You're used to him leaving, then calling you at home when you were cooking, and then coming home only at night. But you didn't even mind, as long as he comes back and clearly remembers you.

You and him are lying together on the same bed. You can feel the pleasant breeze coming into the room. On such another calm morning, you don't want to get away from the word at all. And you don't want the warm body next to you not to disappear either. This very body moved. Vadim yawned, and then looked at you. He kisses you gently on the forehead, stroking your hair and gently untangling it. In the dim light from the window, everything looks so beautiful, so calm.

"I have to leave today. They didn't finish something yesterday,"— Vadim said, to which you hugged him tighter. You don't want him to leave.