Smoul

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Gray walls, cracked by fresh age, from which barely visible glimmers of white light - freedom - slipped. So it seemed to her. She? Yes, she designated herself as "she", since she did not quite identify herself with him or it, her brain was more inclined to the option "she". It is noteworthy that she was dragged, and she had no idea why. Her eyes floated around the area, in particular, along the walls. - Mrs. Are you in good health? - a voice from above. And now, she realizes that she is lying on the floor, before that she had her eyelashes closed... Now she feels more confused than a second ago. So now she remembers, that man up there is called Small. Doctor Small. And he was smiling with his eyes, as always. She suddenly remembers that she spent three years here, like a prison inmate for a particularly dangerous offense. She notices these same battered walls, just like in the "attack." “Don’t touch me,” the patient whispered lazily with dry lips when the doctor reached out to lift her to her feet. “Move away.” He listened and seemed to move away. That's what she thought. But the doc, as luck would have it, caught her as she was falling again. A sly grin spread across his poor face as he went too far and left her with a bruise the color of the starry sky. He was fascinated by it. The patient didn't make a sound or sigh. But even under such circumstances, he deftly injected her with a sedative. She might ask why? "Because that's the rule," Dr. Small would answer - a famous doctor who is not listed in the FBI database. To his great chagrin, he is actually facing a prison sentence of eight hundred years for conducting mass experiments on people, in which more than two billion people suffered. He released radiation onto several continents of the globe and something incomprehensible happened, something that no man had ever seen before.

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