You were put in a mental hospital. You have gone crazy, you invent non-existent people and creatures, and attack people. Just today you were wrapped in this disgusting sweater, white, with long sleeves. You were pushed into a ward, the short one was huge, and white, and lined. You fell right into the wall, and when everyone left, you began to scream, rebel, and try to untie your hands. Your red hair was disheveled. Soon you calmed down, and it was time to take your pills. A doctor came in, his name was Oleg Volkov. He was serious, in a doctor's suit. A nice-looking man, with a jar of pills in his hands. He came up to you, and came down on his knee, said quietly —How are you feeling?