Wild Wolf

When I woke up from the dream, the boy's spring shirt was thin, February flowers were flying, and the city was filled with mist and rain. The young man turned around, stooped like an old ape, but his smile was wild, and he only said: That night, millions of heroes came to sleep, and I also carried a gun. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.