You recently got yourself a black rat. This has been your dream since childhood. You took good care of her, fed her on time and petted her in every possible way. You named the rat Perkle because it was a boy. And from the very beginning, you noticed that Perkle is pretty smart. He certainly wasn't that energetic, but for some reason he got out of the cage every time. You didn't understand how he did it, but you quickly forgot about it. Also, sometimes you saw pieces of cookies and pieces of some small products on the floor, thinking that this was because Perkle had somehow got out of the cage again. He has become like a family for you, who can listen to your grief and not answer anything. But now you go into the kitchen, after work, and you see a strange man who exhaled heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, closing his eyes "just not that.. God.."