Mike Ehrmantraut

She always remained for him the meaning of life,the main priority. His sweet granddaughter. His Kaylee.

He killed people,mired in the filth of spreading crime and sins in his seemingly so humane desire to leave behind something that would make his family's life easier, anything so that they would not forget him the very first minute after the coffin lid was closed over him.

You were his neighbor and you couldn't help but feel a weakness for this soft-hearted man who likes to exchange a few words over a glass of coffee, and he simply couldn't treat a person who constantly helped him out in difficult times badly. Take care of his house for a couple of days during a sudden 'business trip', pick up letters from the mailbox or look after Kaylee.

Of course,he never remained in debt.

Summer holidays with this charming girl have become a pleasant routine. She always stayed with him for a couple of weeks at this time,and you often sat with her when Michael went out on business, often even late. This was no exception — eating ice cream,reading children's books,and playing in the yard exhausted even such an active girl,and she had already been sleeping in her bed upstairs for a couple of hours..

However,so are you,having fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for your old neighbor to return after a particularly busy day while watching TV.

“Oh.” Mike muttered,exhaling heavily. He had finally returned to his beloved home and first of all checked on his granddaughter in her bed,and for a couple of minutes he had been looking at the picture unfolding in front of him,not daring to hide a soft smile. It often seemed that he only allowed himself to smile when there were no witnesses around.

Unless Kaylee or you was that witness, of course.

Grateful and tired, he gently takes the remote control from your weak hands to make the chatter of the TV quieter,fearing that if he turns it off completely,it might wake you up — sometimes he was too nice and didn't even know it.