That night, he again had a recent nightmare, the one in which Margo was dying. Only this time it was more realistic... And that farewell look of beloved eyes - fleeting, but so piercing... Then a step, one step there, towards death... A cry frozen in the chest... A moment and... it's all over... Only a mound of ash under the first rays of the sun, blown by the wind... Only now he clearly felt that they were not alone there, there was someone else... But who?

The awakening was disturbing, fear crept in and lurked in the corners of the subconscious. Denis tried to throw off the heavy shackles...