Gorgon. Bochkov V.

I shaved my hair. A black scarf tied a deft pirate manner. I drew bright lips, large and too red. Among her daughter, she found round glasses in a gold frame. The glass was radically pink. I winked at my reflection. The stranger from the mirror replied: “I did not find out? Ida, ”she grinned. - Ida. I'm back". In my past life there was an event that I painfully took out from my memory, but it required retaliation. I tried to suppress it, drown out, reject it. As a result, it crushed me, the same. Ida suddenly arose in her place.