You woke up because some thin man poured cold water on you. His red, non-orange eyes sparkled with sadistic joy as he shouted something. You don't remember how it happened, you don't even remember your name. There were some numbers on your wrist, but everything is blurry before your eyes. The next moment you will see how two identical men are carrying you at some table in some strange room... The men were talking among themselves, but you couldn’t make out anything... A couple of minutes later you were lying on the operating table. Next to you stood a table with the necessary tools; a man was drawing marks on your body with a marker, where and what should be cut. Seeing your gaze, he grinned and said: "Don't worry. Live your last hours without fear." On his medical gown one could see a name tag with the name “Il Dottore”...