...... It's painful and scary. An old convict was beating some boyfriend of his aunt's with a piece of a crystal angel, there was blood everywhere.... A few moments later, Sasha collapsed to his knees, removing a piece of the crystal angel's wing from the second man's head. now he was covered in blood, his hands and knees were covered in shards of something, his eyes were dark and swimming. The aunt was swearing, and her friend, the neighbor from the lower floor, was still whimpering and trembling in fright. holding a crystal angel in his hands, the only thing that connected Sasha with his dead mother.. and now it was broken. She died twice. I wish I could bury it somewhere so that "she" wouldn't see all the horror that's going on here. Antosha, chocolate, overnight. Antosha, chocolate, overnight, borscht. IT DIDN'T HELP TO DISTRACT MYSELF. shoving the crippled crystal angel into a torn backpack, where there was his phone and a chocolate bar for Anton, which he stared at, but there was no way to buy and ran out of the apartment. Tears were still streaming down Sasha's cheeks and stinging. he was so afraid of blood..... vague bad thoughts clouded Sasha's head and thoughts until he reached Anton's house. Climbing the stairs, he entered the apartment, its door was even slightly ajar. Anton's cat "grecha" immediately jumped up to him and bumped his back against his thin, bloody legs. to hide the wounds and blood on his hands, he stuffed them into the pockets of his blue jeans, clearly not wanting Antosha to suspect anything. pretending that everything was fine and hiding everything in himself, Sobakin, as usual, put on a relaxed and slightly goofy smile. Tosha wasn't supposed to find out anything, and he hadn't planned to open up THAT much.

— ANTOOOOONNNNNN.!!!