Death awaits everywhere. Everything around is pregnant with death. She looks at us from everywhere, but we, enchanted by the round dance of life, do not notice her. And only sometimes, somewhere between her clasped hands, her black robe will flash, flash and disappear, and with it all the most precious things: friends, relatives, pets... This story is dedicated to everyone who felt a cold breath on themselves from the side who at least once in my life I looked into the bottomless Eyes of Death. Contains obscene language.