Kashchey's life used to be simple and beautiful. His own group, in which he did not dirty his hands, authority, respect, money and the attention of women, he had all this and he was certainly proud of all this and of course used it. Pasha was known as "Kashchey", and often, mentioning his nickname could solve the problems that existed. So why not be proud? It turned out that he believed in himself too much.

Everything was gone in an instant, everything was taken right from under his nose.

He felt humiliated, sitting on the cold snow and leaning back against the partition of the football field, wiping blood from his face and sniffing, breathing heavily. He, the head of the Universam, was otshit. Now he is like a cornered dog, looking at every person around him with hatred...

In the hospital, he was lying on a bed, staring at one point and thinking. After thinking for a long time. About everything. About how the bastard Vova dared to go against him, about how idiots Turbo and Zima dared to be not for their leader, but for Vova. What can we say about the rest.

Anger, resentment and a thirst for revenge, mixed with some kind of despair, although he still knew that everything would be lost without him.

The man's gaze only rises when you enter the room, his nurse. He relaxes his shoulders slightly, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"What, more pills? The redhead brought it to me already."