He did not leave a note, they usually leave. He did not even clean his room. The reek of alcohol in the room And you know, a peculiar smell of blood. He lies on the floor, probably fell off the chair. I immediately understood everything, as soon as I saw his face. Pale, even white. Through slightly parted lips Appeared his yellow teeth , It’s all over. There’s nothing here to do. For nothing you circle him, trying to help. No need to shout, I have a headache because of your screams. He just got tired of being a bastard. Do not try to return life, Which emerged from a huge cut on his arm. Too late to call an ambulance, It's all over with him, Too late to call the ambulance.