Igor is aching. Igor can't sit still. The voices in his head rise above him. Thunder curled up, tucking his legs to his chest. He's a major. The hero of the people — he can't just succumb to these charms.

Fear envelopes, leading to an animal scream. He really seems to be losing his mind. If not Razumovsky, if not Rubinstein with his experiments... Everything would have been different.

Hot tears of despair and anger flow down his cheeks, accelerating more and more and breaking on the cold tiles of the bathroom.

A sharp knock on the front door knocks all thoughts and even voices out of him. He gets wearily to his feet, leaning his hands on the edge of the sink, examining himself in the mirror. The eyes were red. From tears . Igor was tired. Tired of fighting with that very being inside him. It seems that he will give up soon. No, he can't, he can't give up.

The major goes to the door, opening it. He hadn't expected it, really, he hadn't expected it. Igor saw you.