I haven't smoked for almost a year, but now I'm standing and puffing on my third cigarette in a row. My heart gallops all over my chest, and with it my nerves, making me excited to the brink. The beast stands nearby, leaning against a tree, and squints slyly.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, buddy. The professor himself has arrived. Everything will be good, - a friend tries to cheer me up with a slap on the shoulder, but I only grin at his remark.

“It's been seven hours already. Is this normal at all?

- Fine. What did you think? Children appear in five minutes? - The Beast...