It happens that the bullet that is destined to end your life goes into the sky. But for everyone in the world - and even for yourself - you are dead. You have been crossed out from all statements, plans and schemes; no one takes you into account. You are nobody's: no property, no home, no name, no love, no hate, no purpose. And there is no fear for a long time either. After all, you know: death did not change your mind at all. She just took a break...