Do you believe in love at first sight? In a mismatch at the level of subtle vibrations? In irritation that makes you tremble, in fantasies before sleep about a bloody massacre, in a heart that freezes with every failed encounter? I believe in that miracle. But my hatred has a reason—Strelsov put a lot into it. Su (crossed out)… devils (crossed out)… sons of bosses, damn him! Waging war against him is familiar and even enjoyable—yet for calm office work, I’ll have to start a game where the stakes are life and death.