I woke up because I heard heavy breathing in the next room with some kind of hooting. It's only nine in the morning on the clock. I turned off the alarm. I got up from the sofa and went to the window, behind which was an ordinary Moscow courtyard with a playground. Little children were already playing and frolicking on it, their mothers were sensitively watching them. Lucky them, these children. The happiest time. You don't think about anything. And then school, institute, work, a cell of society, own children will begin - an eternal stupid cycle, from which many scumbags, like me, immediately want to shoot themselves.

“Thirty… thirty-five…...