1 Prologue - Death

In high spirits, I was returning home from uni. After all, today passed the last exam, and I closed the session. And this very mood will not spoil anything: neither the coming evening, nor the cold rain with a strong wind, nor even that huge jeep, which, having left around the bend, rushes straight to me at a crosswalk, which I just started crossing ... though

- Here is a shit !!! - I shouted, jumping to the side of the road, while slipping fell into the mud, and like a cherry on a cake, I was sprinkled on top of me by a passing jeep, although I would say, flying past.

"Okay, nothing. Every shit in life happens. Although, even a little bit, and it would happen, straight in my pants. And so the pants should be washed only from the dirt, well, and the jacket at the same time, and a hat, and a backpack ... That's a freak! Unable to knock, so different shat. So, the main thing is that the problems end there. And then, the rayonchik I have is not the most calm, as it were, what else can I not meet with any Gopnik, and not get a grind under the rib. So do not think about the bad. Bad thoughts attract problems. One must think that everything is fine and that all problems are over. "

And-and-and they continued, or rather they came to their and my end. Passing by the high-voltage power line, several cables broke off due to a strong gust of wind and rain. And they, fun spark, flew straight at me.

"It will hurt." I thought.