I drink almost half of the bottle and the pain immediately recedes. I see that she also needs water: she eagerly looks at how my throat moves. As soon as she notices my ironic look, she turns away. At this time, I imperceptibly throw into the inside of the bottle a pill sandwiched between my fingers, which was prepared especially for the girl. I twist the lid on the water, shake it a little: it takes time for the sleeping pill to dissolve.

- Will you? I finally hand her a plastic bottle.

She shrugs, wants to refuse. I turn the car radio wheel more, and the already loud music...