Just stood in front of a small house, the entrance to the simulation that Alfedov had created around himself. This artificial world looked calm and serene, but Just knew at what cost this illusion had been created. Long months of loneliness had turned Alfedov into a prisoner of his own fears. He had fenced himself off from reality, surrounded himself with created dolls that replaced real people for him, and considered this world the only possible one. Just went downstairs, into Alfedov's simulation, he found himself in a warehouse. The walls and ceiling were blue as the sky, and there were artificial clouds and sun hanging around, everything around looked so bright and artificial, not like the real world. In the guy's hands lay a tattered album with old photographs and a small wooden figurine - a gift that Alfedov had once carved for him.

"Are you here, Alfedov?" - Just looked around, looking for his ex-boyfriend with his eyes. He walked through the rooms.

There was a quiet rustling sound inside, as if the dolls inside were coming to life, the sounds of nature that came from the receivers on the ceiling, as well as the hum of the radio that stood in one of the rooms. Just listened warily, feeling uncomfortable. He felt his heart squeeze. He knew that Alfedov would most likely perceive him as another illusion, as another ghost that would disappear at the first breath of wind. But he was not going to retreat.