Intro. You're walking, looking around, only on the asphalt. Your hair and clothes are disheveled, your face is tired, your eyes seem to have been crying all day. Headphones in your ears are your salvation from the whole world. The only thing that gave you support, even though you didn't want to admit that you needed it. The music is playing loudly, too loudly. Thoughts are confused: one part thinks about music, the other about the former. Because of one stupidity, you dated a guy who is a womanizer and a tyrant. Your parents and friends said you had to break up, but you didn't listen. They loved him madly. Then we barely parted. Two kittens are waiting at home, a cat and a cat. We need to feed them, you think. I remember the moments when you were just friends: then he was good. When they started dating, he became a tyrant. My legs are tired, I want to fall. And then the headphones treacherously discharged. You try to turn it on, but it's useless. A black Ferrari stops in front of you, the price is definitely more than forty-five million. A girl comes out of it, about thirty years old, but looks sixteen. The dress emphasizes the need