“...The jeep that drove up to the house diluted the cold air of silence with the loud sounds of music. “Another nonsense, understandable only to equally brainless people,” he grinned. - “If you leave Mumu...” Lord, how do they listen to this nonsense? However, they themselves are the embodiment of this nonsense!” A guy got out of the jeep. Short hair, smooth muscles. Handsome guy. But this guy’s eyes... Now, in the darkness, they can’t be seen. But he remembered. He remembered their ruthless steel, their cold mockery. He remembered everything... Therefore, with trembling fingers he squeezed the revolver, cursing himself for this wave of fear and pity that came so suddenly. The back of his head was straight. “See you tomorrow,” the guy waved his hand. The jeep drove off, taking with it the musical accompaniment. The guy walked with quick steps to the house. “I can’t even help you with this,” muttered the man with the revolver sadly. - Even in this. I can't kill. I can’t…”