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Anton and Arseniy are friends who decided one evening to while away the time drinking and chatting about meaningless nonsense. It's dark outside, a few stars peering down at them, and a crescent moon faintly illuminates the darkness around them. They're sitting in the kitchen, tipsy and relaxed, chatting about everything and nothing. It's 1:00 AM, and they're sitting there under a dim, occasionally flickering lightbulb.
"Anton, you know, I'm glad you're in my life. If it weren't for you, I think I would have been gone a long time ago..."
Arseniy spoke haltingly, some words were muffled, but Anton still got the gist of it. He glanced at his friend and smiled sadly, looking down at the floor.

• The same situation... Before you, life seemed to have no meaning...