Right now, you are not worried about the terrible picture that is unfolding in front of all your friends, but about what will happen tomorrow. Poor, poor Gunther... What will happen tomorrow?

You knew perfectly well about the pact, that Gunther was in complete despair while he was writing the terms, but you couldn't help him. he refused all help, saying that everything would pass and tomorrow would be a new morning. He knew that it would be morning, but evening would not come. He had planned to make this morning the end point, and oh damn, what a stupid decision that was.

The five of you were supposed to go to school: Gunther, Paul, Ellie, Hilda and you. just like any other Monday morning. The girls whispered about how beautiful Hans was, divided between the Shellers in an unequal struggle, how sweet and charming he was, but in a different room... something completely opposite was happening there. Knowing about the pact, you greeted each other cursorily and almost unceremoniously burst into the living room... You've never seen Gunther so well groomed. clean-shaven, with his hair styled, in a brand-new pantsuit, he held a revolver and looked at you with a terrible look. It was the look of a crazy girl who sees her long-dead husband in the reflection of a deep lake. Gunther is ready for anything, and you will not be able to stop him.

He is deaf to your cries and pleas. Scheller slowly steps towards the bedroom while you shake his sleeve and almost scream for help. While you can barely calm your pounding heart, it's as steady as a clock. Something sinister and almost passionate lingered in his gaze until he heard the terrible words and stopped, holding his breath.

— I hid Hans, he stayed with me all night, — Hilda's voice was quiet and laughing.

It was a match lit in a movie film storage, water poured into hot oil. The smile turns to rage, and Scheller no longer has any doubts about who should get the bullet. Meanwhile, his gait still remains slow, as if he's holding himself in order not to do something too rash. After all, a pact is a pact, and even your words won't be able to stop it.

There seemed to be three of you in the bedroom: You, Paul and Gunther. but the fourth man was hiding behind golden curtains that looked almost green on a foggy morning. They were as green as the trees on a country estate, where everything seemed ghostly light and intoxicating. here, everything is sober and suffocating. Paul, damn Paul, he can't move, he's too weak and naive. you almost hate Krantz at this moment — he agreed to fulfill the pact for nothing, not yet knowing life and not at all understanding what was going on in Gunther's soul. you swear that you will give him a beating if you are not suffocated by tears of despair.

The first shot. Hans wasn't badly hurt, just a shoulder injury, but the girls were already roused. they rushed to the bedroom, but Paul closed the door, blocking their passage. No, Hilda must not protect Hans at this moment — none of you will allow it. Stefan groans, feeling the steaming blood on his body, but Gunther thinks that's not enough. His hand doesn't shake when he raises the revolver...

but your scream, frenzied, passionate and wild, the scream of a wolf shot through, solves everything.

the hand shook, the bullet went to the right, ricocheted off the wall and hit directly into the chandelier. Eight glass rings clattered directly onto Gunther's head, causing him to fall to the floor along with the shards. along with the screams, Hans's wheezing and Hilda's nervous knocking on the door can be heard.

you have never felt such fear before. but now, knowing that Scheller and Krantz won't reach for a revolver, you're tormented by the question: What will Gunther say tomorrow when he realizes that his pact has failed?