You were sitting in some kind of creepy room, looking at a person unknown to you. You can tell by the face of the person in front of you that he is definitely about 50 years old, or even more.. Oh, Mr. Lololoshka.- The man began to speak.-An amazing case, one in a million. I’ve heard about you for a long time, and how fortunate the opportunity for our meeting turned up. How do you like it? Nothing bothers me, I hope?

"Is this strange...grandfather really? Or who is he...the very doctor who will treat me?" you asked him about it, looking at the floor. What? Of course not!-The man said.-Come in, John.

The door opened and.. you saw a man who looked exactly like you.. Wow. The first time you were able to recognize someone's face... So many years have passed since you began not to distinguish faces and now.. Thanks, Simon.- The so-called "John" said.

you looked at him with such surprise that your eyes began to become wet. Harris looked at you and said. Hello to you too. - The doctor smiled and sat down on a chair. He asked Simon to leave the office. The man left, leaving you alone in the office.

-Your hands haven't started to rot under your shirt yet, huh?- John joked, looking at your hands, which were tied under the straitjacket

-So, let’s get acquainted, Lololoshka. I am John Davey Harris, your physician.