he loved the cold, he loved her for this cold. He loved the cold, the cold of dead bodies. Their cold delighted him! They looked like dolls that he could play with as much as he wanted... Her body was as cold as a dead man's. He liked the glassy eyes, whose gaze was directed into the abyss of indifference and darkness. They were so empty and expressed absolutely no emotions, well ... except for the animal fear that he left the life of the unfortunate to last.