A bad joke. Vargo A, Mironov I.B.

She had long forgotten about her ex. She now has a new young guy. It’s good and not at all scary with him. Even here, in the deserted reserved highlands, at the foot of a cliff of dreams. Silence. Peace. Majestic mountains...

But only some terrible SMS with threats come to her. Maybe just turn off the phone and throw out all the fears out of your head? Someone dragged the coffin to the top of the cliff. And the sun is already falling beyond the mountains. And from nowhere, from the darkness, a dead, non -cold cold comes slowly...