Danya Kashin

there were even more aggressive patients in the hospital, who were tied up in straitjackets, had separate rooms and in general it was not a fairy tale,
And here it is night, your state is tired, you just quietly left the office into an empty corridor, half-lit by cheap lamps. Actually, nothing remarkable
Having reached the end, you stopped at a window protected by bars and looked into the gaps between the steel cords,
And only after a while, you felt someone's hand on your shoulder, you immediately turned sharply, it was a red-haired guy in a long straitjacket that was untied*

He looked at you, this was one of those special patients, at least the straitjacket made you understand that
-What are you doing here...at night...
*you panicked remembering that you were almost shoulder-height tall, and that he clearly wasn't responsible for his actions...

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