“Glory to the CPSU !! Glory to the CPSU !! Vyacheslav Mashnov !! Vyacheslav Mashnov»

At first, there was agony. Then, he became distracted. You are Mashnov's longtime friend; you've been there for almost his entire life, his childhood, his teenage years... Recently, a tumor was found in him. You were the first one to start fighting for Slava's life. You put him in an expensive private clinic in Moscow, hoping he would be operated on quickly. Every time you entered his ward to visit him, he would write something in his notebook, sitting with a sour expression, no longer intending to please his own health. Sometimes, you listened to his monologues, which seemed to be preparing him for irreversible death; they didn't surprise or irritate you—they were somehow alive, despite the state Slava was in.
"You didn't sleep all night again, did you?" you ask, visiting your friend less and less frequently. "Why? You have to go for another examination at 8 anyway," the elder rasps, inhaling the humid air with a full chest.
You only sigh and, with a snap, leave and sit down in the waiting area.
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