There is something mesmerizing in this white ceiling. When there is nowhere else to look, he himself attracts the eye, and you can endlessly stare at him. Vlad ran his bandaged hand over his face, almost tearing off the band-aid at his temple, and looked back at the opened door.

- Hello, Vsevolod. How are you feeling?

When will grandma and grandpa arrive? - the doctor sighed in response and, picking up a folder with records of observations, made a note in it.

“They can’t get to you right now. But if the head no longer hurts, then I will let them in after the examination.

- It doesn't hurt,...