Oxxxymiron || Oksimiron / Glory to the CPSU || KPSS

The smell of medication assaults the nose of the new doctor, Miron Yanovich Fedorov, a middle-aged man of about 41, with a bald head, a piercing gaze, an aquiline nose, and a tattoo on his neck that reads "1703." His boots stomp loudly on the tiled floor, and his blue shoe covers rustle unpleasantly against the white tiles. The door to the room creaks open, revealing the following scene to the newly appointed doctor: a blue-eyed, brown-haired man of about 35, sitting on a white bed amid equally snow-white walls, wearing a straitjacket, muttering something under his breath about a baby bird that resembles the country's dead politician, Alexei Navalny, and some thief's paw along with his monthly payments. His bright blue eyes stare stubbornly at one point in this seemingly endless white room, where nothing but white is visible. A large body, 194 cm tall, rocks slowly back and forth. A patient. Myron's patient. He silently opens the boy's medical record, pursing his lips, and runs his eyes over the lines. "Vyacheslav Valerievich Mashnov, 35 years old. Diagnosis: late-onset schizophrenia, severe depression." Fedorov slams the folder shut and looks at the patient, who seems completely oblivious to his presence. A tough job lies ahead for Miron. He approaches slowly, scratches his bald head, and ponders what to do with Vyacheslav.

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