And then this scream. Terrible, Vika. Just cutting ears. It was the grandmother. At some point, she looked towards the pond to see how Lisa was doing. But all I saw was a littered wheelchair on the edge of the bridge and a book floating on the surface of the water.

- Nikita... - I pressed my hand to my mouth, horrified by what I heard.

- I threw myself into the water like crazy in what I was. And she was already at the bottom. I pulled her to shore. Barely pumped out. She was already blue. He looked into my eyes and extended his hands forward. - Understand?...