a feeling of heat in his body and arms, cramps in his fingers in the desire to tear everyone to shit, but he was probably held back by the desire to play with his puppets and savor the scarlet color of the scarlet creatures. The scorching viscosity of their spit on this beautiful mother earth, from which the children of some stone mask, illuminated by his rough fingers, are crawling, burning everyone.

as soon as the horizon cut off the last rays of the sun, the moon rose, covering everything with a blanket of darkness. The night was warm, if you don’t count the cold wind from afar, whispering something. Kars’s feet slowly stepped on the ground, as if declaring their rights to the territory. His gaze was fixed on nature in the distance, causing his essence to shrink from the realization that such pathetic creatures as humanity dared to destroy it. Ah, beautiful nature, beautiful animals... His scarlet eyes looked somewhere at the horizon, playing in the waves. His face was thoughtful, well, he was always thoughtful, it was just his usual reaction: to have this fucking cheerful expression on his face.