the bright rays of the Sun and the conversations of people did not appear in the space inside. Only the suppressed light of sterile lamps illuminated the corridors, making the sound of footsteps around seem hard and oppressive.

under the dance of thoughts, his large figure stood and the board. He was like a black hole against the background of snow-white fresh documents, bright red threads and edges of photographs pinned with a safety pin. His authoritative gaze was directed somewhere into the void, and with each second of waiting his fists clenched. Damn Will, where was he as always? He wanted to know the answer, or maybe not. Nevertheless, he knocked on the board, as if complaining about the silence.