"It's night for me, it's day for me, I'm a homeless shell"© SubbotaBefore reading the story, look at the note. I attributed it to my cycle, but there is almost no mysticism here. Author's notes: This story appeared from a literary game in a writer's chat. The essence of the game is to write a story according to certain conditions on behalf of a given character. I got a young guy who had just returned from Chechnya. After the game, I decided to expand and complete his story.