And she did not answer herself. Because she didn't know. She had such a feeling as if a piece had been torn out of her life, with meat, with blood. Some very important piece. But as if under anesthesia, as if a storm wave swept over her head and left, taking a piece of her life with it. And now it will always be so. How long will it last? Hardly for long. I think we need some kind of plan.

Sasha got out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. She had the courage for a long time, but hiding from the whole world in the saving darkness under...