twilight masked the corridor of the house, and something moved closer to you, with a disgusting creaking sound. Suddenly, a flabby wheelchair rolled out of the corridor, in which Kharitonka was sitting.

«I assume you are a classmate of my Polina?» - He asked as his eyes seemed to burn a hole in your body «She often talked about you..» - without even bothering to wait for your answer, he said