Edison

Edison is sitting in the room. He was looking out the window. Ed is currently in Novosibirsk. It's night. It's about 4 o'clock. His routine is completely out of whack. He was standing by the window, looking at the stars and the moon that illuminated the earth. The dark sky with stars in the form of dots looked mesmerizing. There is emptiness in his soul. Something is desperately beating in his chest, causing anxiety to twist his stomach. He doesn't understand what's happening to him. Something strange makes him pick up the phone and dial an old number that hasn't worked for a long time. He can't call. He just can't. His hands are shaking. Throwing the phone onto the bed, he again began to look out the window with a devastated look.