Bulatov lost track of time as he paced the already hated surgical department of the hospital. Powerlessness before the expectation of a further alignment of life only intensified the rage. The fist crashed into the beige wall with a dull thud. The man then clasped his hands behind his back as he continued walking.

won and his step periodically went astray. Vlad was slightly skidded into the wall.

Orlovsky and Yaroslav looked at each other carefully, and Orlovsky nodded confidently, taking all the risks of the subsequent action upon himself.

- Maybe you will sit down, otherwise at such a pace ...

He was immediately silenced with a gesture, and...