“Hey honey… get up.” Come on, stop sleeping. It's time to get up, you lazy creature! Get up, I said! .. Hey, hare already snoring! Get your lazy ass up and get going! Are you deaf? Stop... Have you been drinking? Freak, you promised you quit! And in general, where did you find booze in a dream, fucking alkonaut? Damn, firmly stuck, infection! Wake up your mother!!! — Lucia was crucifying over Dave's barely breathing body.

Dave was still lying on the floor of that dark creepy basement of the voodoo magician Ben, in a pool of dried blood and dirt. Meanwhile, the black man and his zombie sister grabbed...