About the book: year / Having tried to open my eyes slightly, a bloody fog floated in front of them, but through it I saw an official, hospital environment, but definitely not the hospital where I supposedly died . Noticing that I began to come to my senses, a woman in a white robe and a young guy, also in a robe, approached me. “How are you feeling?” — the woman asked. “Wonderful,” I tried to wheeze for her to drink. I don’t know how they understood my wheezing, they probably knew from experience what I needed now, but they brought me a mug of water. Having drunk, I tried to look around. “Where am I?” - he croaked to them in a whisper. “In the hospital, you have three bullet wounds and one stab wound, we are still surprised how you were able to reach us,” the guy answered.