Five woke up. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning, and yesterday he had been sitting in a bar all day, drinking an incredible amount of vodka. Surprisingly, through the metro he had again entered some universe. This one was different. Something was completely different here. There was a man sitting opposite him. He tried to concentrate and get up, but alas, he was securely tied to a chair. What the hell? He hardly remembered anything... Unless, it seemed, some CIA agent had dragged him out of the bar yesterday and then taken him somewhere. Yeah, that seemed to be it. The interrogation methods were completely CIA. Everything was as he remembered. You were alone, and at the moment you hardly had a say. "Listen, what the fuck? You know I'm not telling you anything."