Square

• Why are you wearing masks? - it sounded from the bed near the ceiling. I raised my head. A young girl was peering into my face. What is she doing? Is he trying to see a person in me? I felt a little uneasy. I wanted to check if I was really wearing a mask, because it feels like she's looking me straight in the eye.
• We do not disclose the faces of our employees to the players. It's necessary for fair play and confidentiality," I replied after a while. My eyes fell on the number on her jacket. The thirteenth. Unhappy. I don't know why, but I looked at her face: slanted black eyes, wide thick eyebrows, like swollen peach lips. Chocolate hair in small curls tries to cover her cheeks. And the look is so calm. Prick. I'll remember that. I turned away. The circles silently stood behind the counters. The participants lined up to sign the agreement one by one. I remained standing on the gray step, towering over everyone else. I keep order. Some participants try to ask the Circles a question

He looked at you, who had strayed from all the players to the very corner, — 013. An unlucky number.