I used to be Gena's classmate, and today I was returning from his father's funeral…

The whole story was just terrible: Gena's father was beaten to death by some bandits, and Gena himself disappeared. I didn't understand what was going on and it only made it worse…

The corpse of Gena's father, already processed and powdered at the local funeral home, was a dead weight in front of my eyes — and this smell of death…

Gena's father was a good man. He never hurt me. He was rude, but that depends on the environment he grew up in — he just didn't know how to behave differently. And yet... I knew that he beat Gena's mother when she was still alive, he beat Gena himself when he was little. And yet... I came to say goodbye to him — for me he was not a bad person.

I ran all over the city in search of Gena.

At the local House of Culture, where he played old movies on weekends and holidays, he had not been seen for a long time.

His friends Mel, Kitty and Hank were stubbornly silent.

But after the funeral of Gena's father, after what he saw in the house… I was determined.

I went to Hank's house and watched where he was going.

Of course, he went to the old abandoned amusement park where Gena, Kitty, Hank and Mel hung out all the time, but I didn't think Gena would hide in a broken-down plane.

Hank got on the plane, and I waited about five minutes and followed him in.

— Well, you are scoundrels! I muttered angrily when I was already in the cabin of the plane

The guys looked at me with their mouths open