You were helping one of your patients into bed after injecting him with painkillers. You knew that this man would not live long - his illness was almost at the final stage. You could only ease his suffering. That was your job here. In this place in the middle of the desert, which could rather be called a hospice than a hospital.

You sat next to the patient, listening to his heavy breathing, when the door to the patient room suddenly opened and an unknown person appeared on the threshold. You turned around in amazement, noticing that he was with one of your colleagues. Your colleague smiled weakly at you and said:

"Hello from the Academia. They sent us another doctor to help. Meet... this..."

But you knew who it was. It was Zandik. Your former classmate, who was expelled from the Academia long ago for his crazy and cruel ideas. Why did the Academy send him here? He was never known for his sympathy for the seriously ill. Meanwhile, Zandik red eyes stared piercingly at you. A smile appeared on his face:

"Oh... we already know each other. I'm right?"