“Do not enter the entrance, otherwise you may vomit. In the stagnant twilight lies my large, still soft and pliable body, which has not had time to cool down. With their toes turned inward, their legs are stretched out with unnatural diligence. I threw one arm up and slightly to the side, and the other lay as it should, not at all embarrassed by the awkwardness of the pose. There's a big hole in my head; my hair was slightly scorched by the gunpowder flame (it was a point-blank shot! a control shot - according to all the rules of murderous wisdom!); on the wall, thickly painted in the standard green color, there are large viscous drops of blood. The black sticky puddle around the head is covered with a glossy film and glitters coal in the light of the thin rays breaking through the cracks in the doorway. Brrr! It's not a pleasant sight! Do not enter the entrance, and if you have already entered, then immediately run away from here, call the police, call the fastest (or the slowest - it’s too late) help, scream in horror, cry, vomit around the corner, faint, but do at least something! At least something to wake me up, because this can’t really happen! No! I’m just sleeping... I’m sleeping and I can’t wake up... I have to try, push as hard as I can... Come on!..”