prologue-dead

In high spirit , i go home from university. because i past last exam and i closed session. and nothing will break mood: not coming evening, not chilling rain with strong wind even that big jeep, what coming from turning toward me on crosswalk, which i just start cross... although:

- Shit!!! - I shouted, jumping back, wherein slipped in mud and as present from car water splash in face.

«okey pass it , all shit happend in live, good it don't happend in my pants, but yet i was near, good that i only need to clear pants from dirt, well, the jacket, hat and backpack. what a jerk, can't kill, so he try other way. so main thing is trouble must end here.

my district are not quiet save. there is high change you find criminal subspecies "Russians gopnik" and you know i don't want get something in lever. so don't thinking about bad. bad thought attract bad think. so one must think everything is fine and all the problems are over"

and-and-and they continued, or they come to there and my end. when i passing by high voltage column of power line, from strong gust of the wind several cables broke. and they happily sparking, flew right at me.

«will hurt» — I thought