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For some reason, Vic imagined that it would be a woman, probably, the image was inspired by the look of the bedroom, which is distinguished precisely by women's decoration - lace pillowcases on pillows on the bed, a canopy decorated with ruffles, lying on the floor, needlework laid out on the table. And in the open door of the closet, elegant dresses were visible. But he was mistaken, in the darkness of the corridor a staggering figure of a young guy appeared.

Vic watched distantly as he walked dragging his right leg. The trouser leg was bloodied, fragments of bone were visible from a terrible wound just above the knee, but he did not pay attention to it. The deathly-pale face, all covered with a network of blue veins, was smeared with already dried blood. An empty, unseeing gaze is directed straight ahead - to nowhere.

The Vistolets waited and seemed to look in a mirror, imagining that after some time he would look the same. But there was no fear, and understanding of reality only