Victor opened his eyes and saw a skull in front of him. He screamed wildly. Dropped a match. Everything was swallowed up in darkness again. Victor pressed himself against the wall. Silence. You can only hear your heart beating wildly. It seemed to him that he had become a little boy again. “Dad,” he whispered, “daddy.” Silence. Only heart and darkness. A terrible darkness in which someone is. And a faint smell of cigarettes. Those same cigarettes. With a camel. Victor pulled off his padded jacket. He took his phone out of his inner pocket. Turned on the flashlight. The book contains obscene language.