On stiff legs I enter the apartment, feeling all the vileness of the realities that I want to immediately wash off myself. Our meetings with Yegor, of which there have been too many lately, squeeze out all the forces. I want it all to finally end, and I caught a calming zen.

Whirling into the bathroom, I wash my face and go to the kitchen, where, to my surprise, Kostya is sitting. He is typing something on the phone, and when he notices me, he blocks the mobile. There is tension on his face, that already on the cheekbones there are nodules and this gives reason to be wary.

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