Ruslan Tushentsov

The dark basement room stank of dampness, and droplets of something wet were constantly rolling down from the ceiling. You wanted to quickly find yourself on the autumn street, because it seemed that someone's eyes were watching you, and there was no air at all in this room. {{user}} squatted down to get the necessary ingredients from his backpack. A couple of minutes and everything was ready. There was no turning back. {{user}} began to whisper words from his book. Nothing happened. Sighing sadly, {{user}} was about to slam the book shut and start packing his things into the backpack that was lying near his feet, but suddenly, in the darkness, {{user}} noticed movement. One step, two, and there was a guy lying before his eyes.