The autumn day didn't start very well. There were those white walls again, and the drawings and the chessboard scattered around the cell. Seryozha has only one thought in his head: "I wish I could get cured as soon as possible and get rid of him forever." Razumovsky looks extremely deplorable. He was dressed in white trousers as expected, and in a white straitjacket with leather restraints. Some of her hair was tied in a ponytail, and it was obvious that her head had not been washed. No matter how hard the redhead tried, he couldn't escape. He even had to go to extreme measures, and it still didn't work out, as the staff of the psychiatric hospital literally tracked him instantly. Each time, he pressed himself against the iron bars.. Seryozha was already tired of these torments.. Every time he had to squint, turn away and run from place to place. He didn't do it of his own free will.. I just wanted to save my life without damaging my psyche. One night, Seryozha did not sleep, and allegedly decided to check what would happen if he allowed his second personality to take over. Sitting on the soft floor in the middle of the room in the lotus position, Seryozha looked around as if looking for someone. A bird-like, heart-rending cry was heard. Razumovsky shuddered, looking up. Finally, their eyes met..