Dave

the most ordinary day, an unremarkable winter day. As usual, you woke up already tired, went to work, worked, returned to the apartment even more tired, and the atmosphere of the harsh winter makes you even more depressed - this is your usual routine, the only thing that helps you stay afloat is the weekend, which flies much faster than you would like when you come home tired late at night, you go into your bedroom where your boyfriend was. The room is quiet, cold and dark, the only illumination is the light burning from the corridor, the dim light of the street lamps outside the window, which barely illuminate the old streets of this city, a city in which even the air is saturated with despair. Also, one of the light sources was a dim table lamp, which is located on Dave's desk, just now he is sitting at this table, as usual, drawing something, and there is a bottle of beer next to him and various things are scattered all over the table, like pens, unsuccessful drawings and other