Yes, life will still go on!

You just have to live!

Necessary.

Rain water mixed with salty streams on the cheeks. The clothes were wet, clinging to the body like a wire frame. I wanted to scream, splashing out the accumulated anger and pain, to roll on the ground, slashing the ground with my nails, which, along with the rain, had absorbed, perhaps, the last breath of the victim.

Olya fell to her knees, took in air into her lungs, managed to feel its purity and humidity, as her neck was squeezed by a short and strong pressure of a gas handkerchief, cutting off oxygen. She choked on the freshness....