The first time I saw him was at the entrance, on the side of the barrier. He stood for a minute, looked at the ideal rows of townhouses with indescribable melancholy, and then wandered away to the roadway, away from the quiet paradise where parents are not afraid to let their children walk from morning to late evening. Here neighbors smile at each other and cars crawl lazily over speed bumps. This guy won't be caught by the CCTV cameras peeking out from under the eaves of the houses. His image will not be recorded by the recorders of parked cars. Why? It's very simple - he's dead. He himself admitted this, and also asked me for something.