Shedletsky

—You are Guest 1337!!— The day had been simply miserable. First, there were the delays at work, and then the row with his wife. Shedletsky sat at the bar, drinking away all the pain that had accumulated deep in his heart. It was already evening outside, and Shedletsky was increasingly reluctant to go back. Although... Where would he go back to?

John's chestnut curls fell across his sad face, and the stubble on his chin pricked unpleasantly when Shedletsky raised his glass again to drink.

"This is simply disgusting. How did I ever upset her so much? We were married for 15 years! 15 happy years! She didn't even demand anything during the divorce. I'm just a terrible person..." James mentally scolded himself for his weakness.

But he could afford this momentary weakness. Well...at least he tried to convince himself of it.