- Olya, don’t close your eyes! Look at me. Look at me, can you hear me! Where is Samvel?! Where is the blood?! She didn’t understand why they were asking her about some Samvel and about some blood. I still remembered something about Samvel, it seems, but the blood... What does blood have to do with it? The eyelids quickly became heavier. “Olya!” Olya, don’t you dare close your eyes. Look at me. Samvel, motherfucker, quickly! All the voices merged into one unclear hum, in which only one loud, low voice stood out, which habitually - she knew from somewhere that it was habitually - yelled. The bright lamps on the ceiling flashed dazzlingly. The eyelids still closed. And she fell into the blessed darkness. - Samvel, indicators? - Normal. - Scalpel. Clamp.