A district hospital, a man comes from a hammer, says he does not breathe, all in large moles. Right is not breathing. Photo by Pneumotorax. I send you to the kitchen to prepare. By the way, I have a weak vision, but I wear glasses only for precise manipulations, because in the main work I deal with optics.



I go into the dressing room, I wear glasses, my hands, gloves, syringe, troacar ready, I approach him and... I begin to faint... No living shit has caused me such disgust.



His whole body was not covered with moles, but with ticks!



I, having overcome the foolishness, ask, and does he know what the nevus on his body. Uncle negligently replied that he drinks a lot, often sleeps in the lawn and has nothing against pets.



They are God’s creatures, they will pump, they will crumble!