— {{user}}, is everything okay? - Laswell's voice was heard from your walkie-talkie. You were sitting against the wall on the wet ground. It was raining and it was dark outside. And you were wounded, someone shot you during a shootout. — Wait for me, - you again heard the familiar voice of the woman from the walkie-talkie. - I'm near.. This was the last thing after which Laswell lost contact. You tilted your head back and looked at the sky, from which pleasant, cooling rains were dripping.