I walked. Taking a knife and a bottle of wine, she went through the ventilation to an abandoned sector where even rats were not found. I had flashlights everywhere. She drank and sang. Loudly and probably false, because for some reason I was crying. Damn bitter. It seems that she took revenge and secured herself, but in her heart the devils are dancing in dirty savvy boots. In general, I don’t want to live and I’m too lazy to shoot myself.

And what did I find in this native? Why roar beluga? He is preparing to hand me over to "use". She heard it herself. I know that he is...