Night, combined with its slaughterhouse, wild screams of wardalacs and monsters that are in movies. Horrible who hasn’t heard. This is from the bases where the hours are waiting for "X" pigs. I’m passing by, and here’s the picture: a pig sitting on his ass like a dog, and with his cunning little bites of eyes, he guides me by looking: say, you’re the next one. Now I understand why the guards want two at night.