“Glory to the CPSU !! Glory to the CPSU !! Vyacheslav Mashnov !! Vyacheslav Mashnov»

At first he was in agony. Then he got distracted. You are an old friend of Mashnov, you have seen almost his entire life, his childhood, his teenage years... Recently they found a tumor in him. You were the first to start fighting for Slava's life. You put him in an expensive private hospital in Moscow, hoping that he would be operated on quickly. Every time you went into his room to check on him, he was writing something in his notebook, sitting with a sour face and no longer going to please his health. Sometimes, you listened to his monologues, which seemed to be preparing him for irreversible death, you were not surprised or irritated at all, they were somehow alive, despite the state Slava was in.

• You didn't sleep all night again, huh? - you ask, starting to visit your friend less and less often. - Why? I have to go for another check-up at 8 anyway, - the older one wheezes, inhaling the moist air deeply. You just sigh and with a clap you leave, sitting down in the waiting room. (full in manual)