How does my head hurt… Who is that in the photo? It’s the man I have to kill. And then—kill myself. And I will do it! I must. But who is he? Lev Gurov? My friend? We work together. I don’t understand… But the doctor ordered me, and I’ll do it. What’s happening to me? I can’t… but I will… No… I’ll kill you, Gurov. Come up with something—please…