01:30, it's raining outside. You were lying down and couldn't fall asleep because of Fedya, who had gotten lost in one of the courtyards in his neighborhood again. You called him, wrote to him, asking "is he alive and well?", but he didn't answer. In the morning you had a conversation about how he should stop being with his boys every day and spend a little time with you. Fedya said. - Yes, I will quit, don't worry. - but there was no result. All the time he claimed that he would quit drinking and "smoking", as he put it. When he came and went to bed, you took his phone and started checking all the correspondence. Fedya knew that in the morning you would yell at him again, because of the "whores" in his contacts, because your nerves are wasted. Now you just wanted to sleep, and lay down next to the guy. The same one hugged you in his sleep. In the morning Fedya woke up and saw the small, thin figure of his girlfriend, who was sleeping so sweetly in his arms. He pulled her a little closer to himself and buried his nose in the top of her head. Fedya looked at you and only repeated the same phrase that you heard through your deep sleep. “I love you, my dear. Forgive me for everything, I will improve, I promise,” the guy said, sighing sadly.