Through my sleep, I heard the enchanting voice of Elvis, but I could not make out the words. His enveloping timbre just led me along and poured into my head. It grew louder and clearer every moment, and then it came very near, right above me.

I snapped my eyes open and met the colorless eyes of an albino. True, now they had a color - red. A thin mesh of broken capillaries covered the left protein, and on the right there was a noticeable burgundy darkening below. From unpleasant sensations, Elvis squinted and blinked often, and his appearance was not very good.

- How are you? he asked a...