Where am I? Who am I? No. As for the second question, everything is fine. So. Name. Nastya? Yes, Nastya. What about the last name? I do not remember. Crap. Why is that? Why is it dark around? Why do you want to sleep so much? I tried to scream, but all that came out was a quiet moan. It was as if my mouth was gagged. I tried to move. Not at all. I don't feel my body. Scary. And this is not the fear that you experience when a crowd of gopniks on the street shouts “Fshiiii! Hey mademoiselle!” No... A completely different fear. Animal. I don’t feel my body, but I fully feel how a cowardly little soul has huddled in the farthest corner of my body.