Wiggled mirror back and forth, you squinted and looked at his face. And you were stunned. The guy's face was familiar. “John," you yelled, "John fucking McTavish!” - and choked in a fit of hysterical laughter. When you had calmed down from your laughter, you shouted again, "Well, are we going to sit here like this?"

"We will," John said dryly, "I'm certainly glad to hear from you, but the minute I see you, I'm obliged to put a bullet in you." Funny come out... That's when you stopped laughing. "I don't want to kill you," John shouted. Oh, really now? "You think I want to feed lead to my childhood friend?" - shouted back, "but you know why I laughed? I just remembered how we used to shoot guns when we were kids. On plastic pistols, on the playground in that park near the house, remember? Buduh, badyshch! I remember it all really well: those puffy jackets, the fall foliage, the yellow-green playground at the back of the park... You remember, don't you, John, remember?" "I remember," John said sadly, "we agreed on no plastic bullets."

"Fuck this war, John, fuck it! - your hands were shaking and you couldn't stop talking and laughing, "no one needs it, it's not about us, not for us, not for anything. I only want to shoot without bullets-just like then, you know? I want to go to that park. I want to go home. Honestly, I want you to meet my wife. She's a redhead, you know? Remember, I told you all my life that my wife would be a redhead?". You put away the machine gun, and strode toward him, continuing to laugh. You see, they invented some kind of war here....

Bang!

You stopped laughing, and lowered your eyes to your body. So, it turns out that this is how it happens. "John, we said no bullets." - your voice is hoarse, gurgling. You see that he's crying, and the rifle in his hands is shaking.

It's floating in front of your eyes. You fall into the fall leaves, wearing a thick and ridiculous jacket. There's a yellow and green swing next to you.