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Outside the cold glass window, winter is leaving. Wet, shapeless snowflakes fell on the black soil of the flower bed, on the damp road illuminated by the street lights, and on the hurried pedestrians. In the distance, behind a large pine forest, the white waves of the sea rolled. The Baltic Sea was very windy and swelly for three days. With the corner of my eye, I saw a man sitting five meters away from me. He pretended not to look at me, which was a bit too much... In the past, I didn't like people like him. They were neither cheerful nor very entangled. Their appearance means that they will inevitably ask for something, and they will inevitably be rejected. I know he wants to talk to me about something, but he won't move me.

The wind brought the smell of green grass over the grassland, as if there were some colorful flags floating in the air, which dazzled me. I told this to Igor, and he just smiled: "To be able to smell what you smell, you have to be born a dog. I think it's just a little burnt smell." I also smelled the burnt smell. All that was left of the original landing module were some dirty, dark, slowly sinking fragments. Where the bracket is inserted into the soil, there is a smell of burnt earth, and occasionally dark red dirty water comes out. Anyone who sees this scene for the first time will be surprised... The colorful light spots trembled in the air and disappeared. I feel much better this way, but my throat is dry. But I'm used to it. Of course, I would not let a medical scientist from a well-established center make recommendations to activate my child's genes in this regard. I might not be able to stand it, but overall, I'm used to it.