...fear flashed in Kostya’s eyes - genuine, creepy. - I didn’t tell you - I was afraid that you would take me for a crazy person! - but now, after your words... Here’s the story... In the last month, I keep coming across a girl alone. Quite beautiful, all in black, from head to toe, only red lipstick. I’m walking down the street, and she’s coming towards me. And looks at me. Smiles. – Which street? – Yes, that’s the trick, it’s different! And always – towards! And in different places! Step, she's watching me! A few days ago I couldn’t stand it, I took it and asked: “What do you want from me, girl?” I still get goosebumps... I'm not a coward, but here... I got chills, Step. Do you know what she answered me? “How can I part with you? After all, I am your Death..."