Around - only a cold viscous fog. It envelops me, glides over my body with wet touches, pours into my lungs in clubs, leaving a cold void inside. Fog is the only thing that exists. There is no more anxiety, no more memories, no more thoughts... I probably don't exist either.

“Show me her,” someone’s voice sounds in the distance.

A sharp push - something forcefully pulls me out of the fog. Only shreds of it remain on the edge of consciousness.

I open my eyes and see an unfamiliar man bending over me. He examines me attentively, with moderate interest. He takes my chin, slightly turns my head, first...