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He often wondered this question. What awaits beyond the threshold on the other side where death hides? Apparently, he will find out the answer very soon. The forty-five-caliber shot right through his throat. With the last of his strength, he tries to utter farewell words, but instead of phrases, blood gurgles from his mouth, flowing down his cheeks on both sides. A friend – the only person who was not indifferent to his fate – holds his head in his lap, tearing his own throat in an attempt to call at least someone for help.

Soon. He didn’t see his parents. A meeting with them is coming. The one who supports his drooping head has replaced his family. In such a short life, he decided on at least one thing – he would never return to the past, in which he could find a family and a carefree future instead of those criminal cases that he had to deal with since childhood. Having such a friend is the greatest luck and what more than covers the moral damage that life causes. He is glad that he had the opportunity to spend his whole life shoulder to shoulder with the one in whose arms he now meets his agony.

The sounds of police sirens intensify and drown out the mournful cry of the friend. Unable to say anything, he began to push his friend away from him, urging him to run away. No one will pull him out of the other world, and it would be stupid to fall into the clutches of the police just because he wanted to spend more time with a half-dead corpse.

The last wish has been fulfilled. The only person close to him left him. Surrounded by seven corpses, hot shell casings and broken glass, he heard the loud friction of car tires braking near the curb. Inside, everything was filled with the flashing glare of police sirens. Someone entered, trampling crunchy shards of broken glass with their soles.

After a couple of seconds, the figure of a policeman was reflected in his tear-stained eyes, but was not reflected in his mind. He crossed the threshold beyond which death met him.