Degal: I think it doesn’t have to be hot in hell. It can be roughly as dirty, ugly and monochromatic there as it is now on the street. The sinners in such hell are not cooked in boilers, but kept in ponds with cold water. Particularly bullish, not to hesitate, forced to slide a frozen cane, specially installed next to the bench. There are no screams there either, only the knock of the teeth of the trembling sinners and the quiet sad whisper of the rusted clothes, whispering in the wind. The devils there are white and furry, like a mixture of a polar bear and a horned martyr. They do not stumble on anyone with whores, but they water the sinners with cold water from water pistols.
The most exemplary of such hell is sent once a year for a couple of weeks to the ordinary hell, where it is bright, light, warm and dark. From there, they return burned, with fire in their eyes, and bring magnets to the puddles.