I don’t know how much time has passed, in this damned world it’s impossible to make out. I heard voices outside the door, they knocked a couple of times, but no one dared to enter. I don’t know for sure whether I wanted them to enter or vice versa. The pain of resentment choked and burned my throat, and I could not stop the tears. The walls of the office pressed on his shoulders and shrank, driving him crazy.

I'm like in a cage. I wanted to run away. You can tell Mark, and he will return me home, as promised, but ... I don’t know why protest was tossing...