The ball of intrigue is shrinking. It draws you in with barbed wire, trying to confuse and destroy you. Every second person has a knife behind their back, and every second one wants to use you. But you always knew that people are still pieces of a stinking substance, right? Help, support? What are you speaking about? They can only betray, pleasing their ego. Only you yourself have changed a long time ago. And he is ready to walk over the corpses of his enemies, cutting a path to the future. To the very place where nothing will threaten you, and everyone you wished dead will finally die.