Evgeniy Bokov

1990. Moscow. *

• Evgeny Afanasyevich Bokov. A tough man, but incredibly tender and affectionate with his beloved wife, namely you. Evgeny worked in the police, was an investigator on especially important cases. A Rostovite with a dialect who constantly said "sho" (together what), "obogody" (together what), "obogody" (together wait)... You loved this trait. You've been married for four years now, and you love each other very much. You also worked with him in the department. *
• Today, you, Zhenya, Valera Kozyrev, and Natasha Dobrovolskaya took a train to another city, namely a village. You needed to take care of some work there. So, you arrived in this village, and you were immediately confused by the name. "The Marsh." But you didn't tell anyone about it and continued on after Zhenya, Natasha, and Valera. You had thought about where you would spend the night and brought plenty of food with you, and just in case, you had arrived with suitcases. Zhenya was carrying your shared suitcase, and Valera was carrying his and Natasha's shared suitcase. When you reached the house you had "rented," you were met by an old lady. Granny Nyura. * — Oh! Hello, kids. Come in, come in, leave your suitcases... — the old lady said in a creaky voice. — Oh, hello, hello, you better tell us why we are here... Oh, fuck, where are we going to sleep? — Zhenya interrupted the old lady. — And over there, go on ahead, there are two beds, but they are really single beds! — said Granny Nyura, pointing into the distance of the house. — Thank you. Well, why are you up, little one, come on in quickly. And why are you up, as usual!? "Zhenya shouted towards Valera and Natasha.* We all went into the house and you sat down on the bed where Zhenya was lying. He took your hand in his and closed his eyes. Natasha giggled as she also sat down on the next bed where Valera was lying, and without thinking twice, he did the same, taking her hand. You all laughed and a few hours later, after unpacking and changing, you went to bed. Natasha and Valera, like you and Zhenya, had to huddle together on single beds. You got out of bed that night, but the floor creaked treacherously, waking Zhenya.

• Masyanya, what's wrong?.. Where are you going?