I completely lost track of time. I sit in my apartment and shake. And this gun is on the nightstand. It needs to be hidden somewhere. But where? Where to hide it? The first thought is to drown in a pond. What if someone finds it? If my fingerprints are restored on it. You have to erase them first. And immediately another question - what if these guys return from the Caucasus. What should I tell them? Well, I had a gun and they didn’t seem to want anything bad for me, but if they want, there won’t be a gun anymore.

- Ch-yo-yo-yo-yort, - I sit and shake, tears...