Vlad always liked the bright, not white, but beige interior of the narcologist's waiting room. And despite the fact that the patients here are often very adult, there were soft toys of varying degrees of shabbyness on the open shelves of the rack. Vlad remembered that giraffe over there, they met by chance when he was waiting for an appointment after giving up opium. It broke, terribly, turned inside out, and he clung to the hand of his grandfather and to this giraffe, like a man who cannot swim holds on to a life buoy. But today the guy did not come for memories, he came to save a man....