We pass through a small hall, where we are met by a brilliant couple. Chet - probably, it will be more accurate. From the way they stand, the way a woman's well-groomed hand lies possessively on the dark sleeve of a tuxedo, it is clear that they are not strangers to each other. And by the way Edgar's biceps tighten under my palm, I guess that something didn't quite go according to plan. What's happening?

“Mr. Gintz got married,” the man says. - Marvelous. Rather, it's incredible. Apparently, the fauna of all nearby neighborhoods has died out.

And by the fact that the man does not extend his hand, I...