Autumn city every day dies faster. Sergey sits in the kitchen and drinks tea. Exactly six months ago, he met Mio. While the best girl of all times and peoples sleeps in the next room, Serge thinks about how to please her beloved. Thanks to Mio, Serezha’s life, though slowly, was improving. He became a better student at university, found a job, got off his mother's neck, and rented an apartment. This apartment has always been clean, comfortable, and always smelled of delicious food. Relying on the girl’s sincere feelings, Sergey turned from a beatard nolafer into a successful young man. Like a mad macaque who sold two to meilru, Serge betrayed TNN fraternity. Sometimes the idea that he was the same as those whom he called cattle bore his brain. In addition to this thought, there were questions about the missing corpses of old women, about the incredibly calm attitude of the mother to Mio and about the coffin of the grandfather-doed, which, at the insistence of his mother, Serge took with him to a rented apartment.

- Good morning!

Mio came into the kitchen, smiled charmingly and turned on the kettle. After this smile, all questions disappeared somewhere and Sergo enjoyed his happiness.

“You remember what day it is.”

Mio shrugged dismissively and looked inquiringly at Seryozha.

- Half a year has passed since our first meeting.

- Exactly! As time flies quickly, as if yesterday we were driving to the hospital on that yellow bus, and half a year has already passed. I have a gift for you in honor of such an occasion. Come into the room in five minutes, I will wait for you there.

Quickly kissed Serge on the cheek Mio ran away from the kitchen. Anticipating the celebration of life, Sergey impatiently counted the minutes.

- You can already enter.

- Yes, come in.

Sergey entered the room. A pungent smell of mustiness hit his nose. There was no one in the room, only the coffin with the lid open stood behind the sofa.

- Fu, fuck. What did you do here!

Mio did not answer, barring the gagful urge Serzh moved to the coffin, because he thought that Mio was hiding in it.

- Very lousy joke! Get out and close the lid until everything got lost.

When he reached the coffin and looked inside, Sergey almost crap, barfed and pissed at the same time. In the coffin lay a skeleton, covered with dark gray, translucent mucus. Looking closely, Serge realized that this mucus is an epithelium, where a person should have muscles it is darker, and where the skin begins is lighter and more transparent. Looking at artisanal Frankenstein could be infinitely long if he had not begun to stir.

- АААААААА, YOBANNYY DROP NAHAU, AAAAA!

Fucking his own creation, Seryozha ran out of the room. Roaring like a beaten whore, he barricaded the door with everything he came across. The heart was breaking out of the chest, the earth was leaving from under the feet, the body did not obey and slid down the wall to the floor. While the demoralized, crap hero was lying on the floor, the creature behind the door wasted no time. Making terrible sounds, something like those sounds when air comes out of the tap instead of water, the beast breaks open the door. A little fiddling with the door, the monster playfully smashed the improvised line of Mannerheim. Sergey, like a true samurai of those same cartoons, crawled into the kitchen behind his tanto to cut sausages in order to give evil to the fight. With a weapon in his hands, Sergo felt better; “The knife, the knife is my best friend” he remembered a line from some song. An unknown pseudoplot was already waiting for him on the threshold.

- Kill for Myo-chan, AAAAARUUUMAYHAKAMATSU!

Sergey was furious, was merciless, but unfortunately the Platinum Owl military equipment was not effective against an unknown form of life. And despite a promising start, Serge began to merge the most important rink in his life. Creation exceeded its creator, in physical terms for sure.Initially, it deprived the creator of the weapon, the sausage knife flew into the far corner, then, after several blows to the head, it fell to the floor and began to choke. The last thing I saw in this world, Serey, is the black eye sockets of the skull that sucked his life.

... it's dark. A bit scary, but gradually the fear is supplanted by a sense of calm and satisfaction. Here is such an afterlife. How much time has passed, an hour, a year, or there is no time at all, but actually another question, what is here. I do not know how much I would have existed like this if she had not come. Yes, and she did not come anywhere, Mio just appeared nearby, as if she was just waiting for the moment when I would pay attention to her.

- We have to go, let's go.

Mio took my hand, smiled her charming smile and led me somewhere. I don't care where she takes me, because I'm happy again, I hope this time forever.

... Efim Afanasyevich Evdokimov was an ideological Bolshevik and a very good Chekist. Many of his comrades fell in the battle with the counter of various types, more comrades were destroyed by internal cleansing. But Efim Afanasyevich always stay afloat, no one could say why. Perhaps his ingenuous ideology was captivating him, or his incredible ability to adapt to the trends of the times. No one will ever know about this, in the mid-70s the honored old man retired and everyone forgot about him. But the old man remembered everything, there are no former security officers. In the early eighties, his wife dies, because of his age, he has to sell an apartment and move to his daughter. The daughter, because of the lack of fatherly upbringing, does not put a father into anything and cannot get along with her husband, whom she divorces a year after the birth of her son. The boy grows up without a father, and Efim Afanasyevich in his advanced years is not able to replace him.

In addition to family problems, the collapse of the country he once created is depressing. Careerists who get to power do not have the will to hold it. Party functionaries and Komsomol leaders for foreign currency sell their homeland. A sense of his own powerlessness infuriates Evdokimov. My beloved daughter tried several times to put her father in a mental hospital and a nursing home, but Efim Afanasyevich took himself in time and continued to exist. By the beginning of the new millennium, he could not walk and finally, in April 2006, died. At one time, the man who shot not one priest did not believe in mysticism and the afterlife. Ironically, for the sake of lulz, after his death, he became something of a ghost or phantom. An even more evil joke was that he could not leave his body and all he saw was darkness, but he heard everything well. Scum daughter, to continue to receive his increased retirement decided not to bury his father, and in the coffin to keep him on the balcony.

Efim Afanasyevich could lie still for a very long time if it were not his grandson. Instead of doing something useful, this semi-fool filled the coffin with his sperm and chicken eggs. The whole being Evdokimova gurgled with hatred. He was ready to give anyone anything for the opportunity to rebel and punish everyone, grandson, daughter, liberals and democrats. He would have destroyed them all one by one, he remembers everything. And this someone heard the call of the old Chekist, the days passed, and Efim Afanasyevich felt how his body was again filled with life. Then one day Evdokimov realized that his time had come. First you need to get out of the coffin, it was surprisingly easy, but the problem was in the air, for the years spent in the box, he lost the habit of it. Here, as luck would have it, a grandson appeared who kicked him and, squealing like a woman ran away. It was this kick that helped his lungs begin to breathe normally and finally return to normal. Now you need to finish off the bastard. Closed door? Nonsense, now Efim Afanasevich Evdokimov is much stronger than in the best years and more importantly much more angry.

With the door over, the asshole piled all trash, in the hope of not knowing what, ha. It is fair to say that, despite the upbringing of his idiot mother, the shit took up the knife and shouting out a set of sounds rushed at his grandfather.However, this does not justify it at all, so die nit. Knock a knife, a few blows to the head and strangle. While Evdokimov was strangling his grandson, he had the idea of ​​joining his organs with the organs of his descendant. Picking up a knife, Efim Afanasyevich cut the sternum of his grandson from which he removed the organs. Not inventing anything better, Evdokimov simply began to eat them. Having consumed the body to the bone, the security officer decided to look at the result. In the corridor, he found a mirror, in general, the result was acceptable. Some degenerative details of the appearance of his grandson and his mother survived, but basically everything was his, Evdokimovskoye. Considering himself in the mirror, Efim Afanasyevich came up with a plan for further actions, he decided to postpone his revenge, instead Evdokimov would go to Moscow to visit his old comrade. Leaving the apartment, Efim Afanasyevich said:

- I serve the working people!