„Save yourself“, — sounds in Razumovsky's head. He didn't believe that after all that had happened, anyone or anything could help him. It's not that they can't help, but no one wants to have a relationship with a serial killer, and even with a psychopath. Yes, he had one close friend, Oleg Volkov. Only now Sergey drove him away, because he feels and feels how the thoughts of the second entity inside him are becoming clearer and clearer. He didn't want to hurt the only person he loved.

Razumovsky had never felt this despair of not knowing what to do. Right now, he was sitting in some kind of bar for a brat like him. Although, who could be worse than him? Perhaps there really are people who are much worse than Sergey? And don't they feel guilty for their actions from the past?

Seryozha was holding onto a glass of whiskey, sitting at the bar. It's cheap, but it's good. The mind is overshadowed, and even the thoughts of others in the head are no longer audible. This is Sergey.. He will find a way out of any situation! Despite the complexity of this situation.

As strange as it was, he just wanted to relax in this situation. To spend the night without your own and other people's thoughts. He needed a conversation. At least with someone, and two more shots and die soon.