The forest and clearing, semicircular barracks, as if for storing chemicals. Aircraft hangars, only smaller, some soldiers with rifles. It’s like playing in front of a computer—fun, why am I so lonely? Just approach and everything will be alright. “It’s quiet in the barracks, who are they guarding?” They didn’t have time to shout the alarm. A knife perfectly inserted into the side of the scumbag’s neck made a sound, and they bled out quickly. By placing a bucket under the table and pouring it out, you could try some black pudding or blood sausage. It was freezing, but the temperature was above freezing and the heat was high, and the hair stood on end, ants crawled across the top of my head, and then a few steps beyond the barracks, and another, and another, and another, like in a game; it was a shame no one saw, I would have had about 1,000 experience points. Then it was just buses and off we went. Along the way, Honesty caught up with the buses, and more children were free. Meanwhile, at a similar time, Cleanliness took the next seats, and again. Purple and Peace.
