WW struggles to take off his socks. He sits on a neatly made bed. His trousers lie in a pile on the floor. He mutters and curses.

Falls over on his back. Lies unconscious and still. His faces covered with sweat.

A sound of a floushing toilet. Water in a sink.

A cellular phone on the bedside table starts to ring. A well known drinking melody. Noone answers. The man lies absolutely still.