The flat white room, devoid of volume, flooded with merciless light, resembled the scenery for a surrealist play. There was a large chandelier shining under the ceiling, lamps on the walls, a floor lamp in the corner, a lamp on the coffee table. White furniture. The floor is white due to scattered sheets of paper. The intoxicating aroma of white lilies in a tall vase on the floor. And in the center of the mise-en-scene is a motionless large doll - a woman lying on an ottoman. A white translucent peignoir covers her all the way down to her small feet. A frivolous straw hat, decorated with a pink bow, hides her face... On stiff legs, I approached the woman and carefully lifted the edge of the hat in the insane hope - this is a game, a pretense, a rehearsal for a new play, anything but a nightmare reality... Immediately I screamed and pulled it away hand, seeing dead eyes staring at the ceiling, and a black stripe on the neck...