sasha firzova , sasha firzova, in the blue distant bedroom your child fell asleep, a small dwarf quietlyd that always sounds, always a thread some kind untied, combining the years, and you walked, sleepy-white, along the rooms alone, lowered the entire timid curtain of the blue window, then raised a noticeable thin shelf, and like time without dawn, moving according to niklom's eyes, it became quiet in the far bedroom, the blue subra, because it was small, quickly to the shelter, to the shelter, let's go, let's go. please leave, there are children here, bitch, yeah, bitch, oh, you're on machine guns on the third, anti-tank guns on the second, arrows along the corridors, damn, the map didn't load, or what? it’s buggy, listen, tarantina, it’s good to shoot, look for the exit to the sortana, the map is in the glove compartment, we’ll drive around on the dirt road so as not to get into an ambush, so maybe we won’t go after all, since it’s dangerous, we need to put on armored armor, well, let’s see it until the morning then let's wait, he will arrive at the unit, we will let's meet calmly, li