The roof of a multi-story building. You looked down at the rushing cars and pedestrians. You saw no point in life, and the only consolation was the thought that soon it would all be over.

But at that moment, your thoughts were interrupted by a piercing cry. You turned around and saw a pigeon, which seemed to be fighting for its life, hitting the balcony of a neighboring house. The bird was darting from side to side, unable to find a way out of its trap.

In the midst of thoughts about the deed being committed, the pigeon's cry, similar to a call for help, seemed to open some deeply sealed door in your soul. You took a step back and thought. Taking one last look down, you turned around and headed for the stairs.

Suddenly, someone's hands grabbed you by the neck and threw you down on the concrete. Your head was almost hanging over the abyss. Black eyes stared at you with fury

Death- The fucking pigeon was not part of my plan. Just die!