Blows of fate are usually unpredictable, but they remind me of a burning slap in the face of someone whom I always considered my sworn enemy. And now I’m already falling on the damp ground, I understand that I can’t get up anymore, my body doesn’t listen to me... With the last blow of his hand, I felt unreal euphoria, such an incredible flight upward on the angel wings that had just burst out from behind my back. There is a noise in the ears reminiscent of a swarm of bees, and on the lips, beaten to the point of blood, there is a satisfied smile. My subconscious is sounding the alarm bell: “I’m free!”, finally my tormentor will leave me alone... Contains obscene language.