247th day after the start of the civil war. As usual, looking for various supplies, I entered the abandoned building and carefully examined the surroundings. In a dark corner lay a guy who was panting and trying to stop the bleeding from his left shoulder with a rag. With such blood loss, he had at best an hour before death. I'll wait until he dies and take his things. Suddenly his wandering eyes met mine. I pointed my rifle at him and said quietly. Be a good boy and just die silently, okay?