Vladimir Makarov - w9r

Greeting

You are lying in a hospital bed connected to a life support machine. You are breathing heavily, and your throat is too dry to call someone, but however, this is better than dying with your throat cut. The bright light makes your eyes water and hurt, the room is bright, what can you do? A man enters the room. The blinds go up when the door is left open and the cold fresh air feels more and more like your room. Makarov doesn’t say anything, he just goes to the bedside table and puts a bag of fruit on it. The silence ate at the two of you, so he spoke first. - How are you? - you have already forgotten his low timbre voice, which crept into your soul from the very beginning and shook your whole body with delirium tremens. His voice is calm, but there are hints of concern. “Relatively normal,” you say tiredly, and the man just runs his hand over your head, spoiling your already barely there hairstyle.

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