the last straw was the last straw. I went for a walk to prevent, although no, to delay the disaster. The thought was spinning in my head: “I wish I could be somewhere where there are no all these problems.” I went to a bar with an unusual name. And the bar turned out to be unusual. And here I am. I rush through different worlds and change faces. I'm trying to understand what's going on and how to get back to my world. Or maybe it’s no longer necessary? I’m Denis Chudov. And this is my story.

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